What happened here!?
Hindsight’s forever rebuke
“the toys just jumped out of the toybox”
“Billy did it!”
“Billy wasn’t here and toys can’t jump!”
I was too young to request counsel.
Billy had an iron clad alibi.
He had been in “time out”
When the alleged offense was committed.
I was sentenced to “Time Out”
20 Minutes, no bail
No TV and a cold supper.
My fate never changed
As whenever that…that question
Was asked…I muttered….
“Billy did it”
And yes….Billy had an alibi
And I looked guilty….
I tried blaming the dog once
Until it was proven
The dog had an alibi
He couldn’t pee that high up on the tree trunk
I should’a named that dog …..
BILLY
In the shadow of a grassroots granary,
dendrites sprout and axons climb the tree.
A cloudburst of neuroplasticity
feeds the ripening grain
as each one brings a fertile brain,
demonstrably insane.
This shelter, most sturdy
For friendship
Is by them erected;
The female.
Men scratch heads! When that on
The inside
Shrunk back from is measured
For a gale!
Violently overwrought.
Sob on sob.
Whiny. Bewilders! Noise
Off the scale!
Mr. Motion Man Preparation packed plan Coolest cat of the clan Baddest bro back but just began Jeopardize the job in Japan Demon dude on demand Can't forget about his friend Dan Who is his biggest fan And smokes tobacco out of a can And sits on the beach to tan Like he was sitting in a frying pan But wait he just got up and ran
Pak Piglet slowly sidled up to Pooh
To whisper: just I’m making sure of you,
He took his friend’s front paw
In hand with glee and awe--
A selfish friendship Pooh will one day rue.
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Happenings |33.07.2025| friendship
Note: In Sanskrit there is a term for selfish friendship: badarayana sambandha. Pakistan thanked Trump for ending their conflict with India that badly mauled them. Trump did next to nothing though. Grateful, Pak assured him to nominate for Nobel peace prize and offered his family a lucrative deal in crypto currency. Trump Invited Pak army chief to White House for dinner and praised the country profusely. The two scratching each other’s back, as a children’s tale goes: aho roopam aho dhvanim!
- Credit (Pooh and Piglet theme): AA Milne, The House at Pooh Corner.
We’re just being ourselves
We’re not presenting ourselves
on a plate, commodifying ourselves.
We’re refined and pared-back—plain
but with an intriguing complexity.
We’re simple and indestructible,
our diasporic styles, assembled in a frenzy
by spontaneous instinct, need no audience.
You’ll find us in the coffee shops, the libraries
streaming and scrollin’ to unheard, noise-cancelled, beats
or in the bars kickin’—let the music play—I can’t talk much about it.
We’re not overly thought-out, sure, we ruminate, but then we’re
automatic rather than laboured, creative without overthinking.
We’re emotional and immediate, but clearly avoiding
slightly scurrilous condom entanglements—yeah
—there are reasons. true, true, true, true true.
.
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Songs for this:
Let the Music Play by Papik & Sarah Jane Morris
Soda Pop Confusion by Variety Lab & Kidsaredead
Friend
Comforting familiarity
Lasting a lifetime
Yet even lifetimes end
Memories
Memories
Laughing uncontrollably
We should not
That makes it funnier
Hilarity
Just “Kiddin”
Miracle man
10/26/2024
Any story travels fast,
in a three dog town.
Moments from inception,
it will move crosstown.
Once a close group,
now fragmented friends.
Each waiting on the other,
to make amends.
It shouldn’t take much,
just issue a retraction.
For what began as a joke
got an overreaction.
Leeza, Lisa’s 14-year-old little sister, is anxious about the first day of school. She didn’t tell me that, I’m not sure 14-year-olds talk anymore.
Now that I’m almost 21, I can roll my eyes, like everyone else, and say, “Teenagers.”
Leeza’s a jingli, all-angles, taller than I am (when did THAT happen),
redhead who’s fast becoming a Lisa-like beauty.
School starts, for her, in 11 days and every piece of clothing she owns is draped across the furniture in her room, or the floor, as she organizes her skool outfits.
There’s a pile of rejected apparel in one corner - the outcasts -
and a stack of magazine cutouts showing the clothes she plans to buy.
I wondered into her room that afternoon and she watched
me suspiciously, like I might steal her nonexistent baby.
“These might go together,” I said, holding up a top and skirt as a combo.
She winced, involuntarily, as if exposed to something distasteful.
Apparently, I’m getting old and my teen-taste is attenuated or worse yet - past its expiration date.
.
.
A song for this:
Houdini by Eminem [E]
Although we’re just moving in,
It feels like we’re lived in these rooms forever.
I can’t look around without the past coming out to play.
These ivy halls are sticky with memories now.
The movers left a while ago and I took a moment to loiter,
on our red corduroy couch, and watch my roommates settling in.
There’s an irony, for me, in the subconscious ways I adapt
to the people who surround me. Whether it’s the way I dress, talk,
laugh, act, or the things I become interested in. There’s no ossifying here.
We’ll pick up our books tomorrow and do some last minute shopping.
I’ll walk out paths to classes. I know the campus but I’m a relentless planner.
Classes start Wednesday, that’s when circumstances will take over -
the schedules and studies - we’ll mold our lives into the larger ecosystem.
.
.
A song for this:
Dreams Via Memories by Ceramic Animal
The Hardest Part by Olivia Dean
I’m sorry we can’t start the morning
- I’m still stretching and yawning.
Oh, give me a skibidi break,
why’d you wait to snake me awake?
Anyway, you know not to bother me
unless you’ve brought coffee.
You can’t just insist we have to leave -
I haven’t even brushed my teeth!
I’d love to join in your drama
but I’m still in my pajamas.
Can you give me a quarter hour?
I’ve really got to take a shower.
We aren’t back in school,
who says there are rules?
You know, summer loses its charm
when you have to set an alarm.
Does running late count as exercise?
.
Kamala Harris! I’m SO hyped.
I guess Yale’s (5 member) Alpha Kappa Alpha ladies get to reify their nang now.
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Songs for this:
Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra
I Remember the Sun by XTC
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slang..
skibidi = insert the profanity of your choice
reify = representing something sketchy as a concrete thing.
nang = cool
Most people that I meet,
Indoors or on the street,
Are essentially polite,
So, we don't get in a fight.
After I know them a while,
They may become hostile,
With opinions really strong,
And then I'm always wrong.
Later, I find they're insane,
And we become friends again.
The crazy phase is more fun
When all is said and done.
Emilia J, so lovely and light, no sun-bearing song, could be singing so bright,
In the heat of the day, or the chill of the night, Emilia J, is a beautiful sight,
At the core of the Earth, or the crag-bearing crust, Emilia J, is a beacon of trust,
If you batter your bread, in a bag-tearing bust, Emilia J, is a poetry must.
Emilia J, how great can you be, writing your poems from the top of a tree,
The crows are upset, invariably, but Emilia J, is a blossom to me,
Her writing is finer than rabbits have hares, Emilia J, is a friend to the bears,
If poetry, possibly, prickles your pears, Emilia J, is a poet who cares.
My friends tell me I'm a 'tad neurotic'
though they really mean 'totally psychotic'
So around them, I show off my 'full schizoid'
~ picking my zits while reading Freud
Could Estonia help Vlad get paid?
He'll claim they're Russian and invade!
Better than cash bonds
Putin can use their blondes
To entice his mark Trump to get laid
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