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Pedestal

3/2/35 03:19

I glorify men 
Placing them high on a pedestal 
Where my father fell short
The bar is in hell 
And the bare minimum are the crumbs I live off 
Satiated from nothing and empty promises
An illusion of fullness 
As I see myself in half
As I saw myself in half 
As I stand here with a void desperate to be filled
Take me served up on a silver platter
Ill intentions disguised as good deeds 
And deflection paired with belittlement right on time 
The light within me dims when I’m faced with their conditioning 
And the fire is lit 
Am I being gaslit? 
I hook my claws onto potential 
As my reflection bounces back at me 
Disguised as I swim in the delusion of what they’re telling me 
Words so loud and action rarely found 
I abandon myself at the sight of basic decency

Absolute Minimum

Absolute Minimum

f has an absolute minimum
at x=a if f(a) < f(x)
for all x in the domain of f
the y value f(a) is the
absolute value of f

I have absolutely no clue
what all this means
because math is not in my genes

I Want The Bare Minimum

Forget fortune, I want appreciation for my poems.
Forget fame, I want recognition of my existence.
Forget reputation, I want realization of my dreams.

Bare Minimum

haiku poetry
seventeen syllables poem
now i am finished

The Bear Minimum

Early morning, in the country,
Walking solo on the road,
I was texting with my husband 
In his slow strained-muscle mode

When I heard the bushes rustling
So I glanced off to the right
And the head of a black bear popped up,
An unexpected sight.

It was only for a moment,
But our gazes did connect;
Then the bear turned ‘round and vanished,
Which is not what I’d expect.

Bear! I texted, but my husband 
Thought I’d simply made a joke,
So I called him and he heard the truth
The minute that I spoke.

I had 2 more miles of walking,
Which I did, but I kept track,
Peering in the woods intently,
Just in case that bear came back.

Maunder Minimum

Sunspots boil oceans
Cycles rage in ebb and flow
Rollercoaster life


04.06.22

Minimum Wage

Minimum wage

The olive trees in the landscape
near the village,
Have working-class trunks
and no illusion
Of becoming middle-class trees.
They refuse to grow 
in a plant- nursery and be tampered with
by botanists.
They do not envy tall palm trees.
Good luck to those who see the world 
through an elevated height.
Good soil and water the plebian olive tree wants
it has deep roots and will not fall
in a storm.

I Am a Minimum of a 2 a Day Man and I Know That May Not Seem Like a Lot

What's your addiction

What's your preferred poison

What's your fix

And how many a day do
you do or have

We'll it's difficult to say or
put an exact number on

An absolute bare mnimum of 1
but can be anything up to 6
a day at anyone or given time

All depends on how i am feeling

Well that doesn't seem all that 
much or many really does it

More like a hobby or a social
thing than an addiction

Well you see to me it's more
about the quality than the 
quantity

When it comes to the serious
business of writing poetry

And if you don't believe me
ask all the other self confessed
addicts on this here very 
Soup- Website

So put that in your peace
pipe and watch it smoke

Coffee Up

Let's hear it for us girls,
Coffee, meditation, the world,
Nothing to discuss,
Do stuff with a minimum of fuss!

The Fat End

We are the workers, call us 
an hour before an absent fill shift
The pyramid sprouts atop of
The heavy depths of broad ordinary, 
Breadth mopped and swept

Silent cogs push motion
Everywhere, rarely heralded
Carpet of field mice scrambling

Part of the pattern, crucial 
Expectations remain ingrained 
Pith of the fruit, flavour generic
Bolster of bricks protects 
Lighthouse of blinding brains

Scratching hand to steerhouse
Tightening bolts, scrubbing deck
Nugget behind their high shine

We are the labourers, casual pay
covers days not at work, sticking
To meagre styles, life defined
By the hemming, wage stemmed 
 - Can't afford to ask questions 

Surge of activity, pothole filled
Inhibited by flurry, imagination aside
Menial smooths the cement

Minimum makes no plans
beyond next week, when, - if
I have a job. We will do any dirty
Demeaning chore, and thank you for 
Your grace in giving it to us



6th August 2020

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Kai Michael Neumann - Sponsor

The Bare Minimum

The minimum standard defining a man
  —taking care of his family

The minimum standard defining a woman
   —taking care of her man 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

Minimum Wage Day

Short money,
long hours
End of another minimum wage day

Working class task,
sweat gaze into a ceiling of glass
Start of another yesterday factory pay

Punch the clock ... 
job requirement is knuckle bare minimum
Labor output don’t equal the paid sum

Advancement ain’t an option,
maximum effort is weekly inconsistent
Fire the lazy ... hire the next bum

Long hours,
short money
Start of another minimum wage work delay

Ruling class
won’t lower the glass
End of another Mgt downshift on a wage upgrade

Always in need of a higher raise,
minimum hourly salary stuck on a retrograde say
Twice a month collect a powerless payday

Minimum Wage and Sand King

two old poems
from the book
2000-2001



Minimum Wage

Pigeons coo
as Seagulls fly
in spiraling swarms above
(universal?)

Birds in anticipation of an unknown purchase
practice aerial acrobatics
**** spattered on fresh Windex streaks
Squeegee stopped mid stroke
and swaying as I scream skyward

Formations unaltered
unlike the boss’ face

Windex bottle shattered
blue liquid down the drain


Sand King

Atop the dunes of time
spent some hours tracking
circles in the sky
and diggings in the dirt
in hope of finding water traces
not so distant but sweat
on my skin sparking
spoke of urgency
The day never so long
as night’s descent
on the old dented diesel
Peyote psychosis 
now nearly nonexistent
Lighting a cigarette for change
red paint flaked off
the beat up Ford
leaving a cinder trail back to civilization

Minimum Wage

There was a young woman with daughter

She worked more hours than she oughta

Worked her fingers to the bone

Needed a payday loan

To pay for the shoes that she bought her

Minimum Wage

Minimum wage.

Sometimes i lie in bed and feel the room 
shake and rattle as a train goes by. 
A train that sounds like a DC ten 
with three hundred lucky souls onboard. 

After it passes i listen to the arguments 
coming from the higher floors. 
They make a heck of a noise to, 
the tension is thick. 

The rooms are all the same 
full of moistness wetness and mould. 
Sorrow and despair seem to be 
the very bywords that open all the doors. 
That and the Police. 

I wish i could move. 

When you are raised in the  
shadow of poverty, 
you must be prepared 
to die in its shadow. 
Then again they do say 
never expect anything as your right. 
You have to earn everything in life, 
even poverty.

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