Smoke Alarm
The smoke alarm must be defective like an old thermometer
Even though it is neither daily or monthly mor even weekly
It tends to go off when there is neither smoke or fire – does it
have a short wire?
It is so irritating that I feel like throwing it away
As far as it can possibly go without a hurricane
By which it could go to the middle of Maine
Where it can never again annoy me for free
(Pema the Pug)
There’s nothing like the tender caress
Of an intimate friend and lover.
It’s indescribable really
Simply because it is of the realm of feeling.
And yet in terms of lasting satisfaction
I’d have to say the caress of a dog is better.
Dogs lean in, and set beside
Melt into laps, or jump up unexpectedly
In unbridled enthusiasm.
And in their contact,
Maybe only seeking the warmth we radiate,
They radiate their own love and loyalty,
A warmth no thermometer can register.
Under our hand, their folds of furry skin
Gather and bunch
And settle into absolute acceptance.
Sensuous without sexual,
What they give and receive
With so little effort is simply
The satisfaction of companionship.
(4/29/26
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wind-shear snaps the cottonwood’s spine~
a bruised sky bleeds indigo ink.
dust devils whirl like dervishes gone feral.
cattle low, low, lowing--panic against barbed wire.
thermometer mercury plummets like a shot crow.
tin roofs shudder under sudden hail.
then: silence. Absolute.
the world holds its breath in blue.
Jack 177 26 Jun 2025
A room in my head called emotion
Controlled by various means
A thermometer reacting to the room temperature of others
The cold shoulder of silent indifference
Could turn the blood in my veins, to frozen streams
Other times, blood starts to boil with internal rage
The mercury of overreaction, starts to rise
The volatile instability, damages perception
I work hard on a solution for my personal climate control
I do, have a choice
Reactive thermometer or self-regulating thermostat
Someone else’s winter can be my thawing spring
Heated summer anger, can be a pleasant autumn day
That room in my head, needs comfortable stability
Self-awareness becomes the barometer of my emotions
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split a pounded
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1/4 c of crumbed bacon
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1/4 cup of fresh parsley
3 crushed garlic cloves
3 tablespoons of grated parmesan
2 tablespoons of conage
1 teaspoon of cayeene peper
1/2 t of fish stock
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paprika
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onion powder
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Leather boots and belts,
A maiden’s lipstick,
Handcuffs, lace panties bra,
Sword slave,
Wash muzzle,
Plug Tongue,
Eel slime plum,
Snail, tornado, bones, antlers, hands.
Razor clam ***** dug tunnel,
Cucumber purr kitty.
Brine volcano mussel worm plank,
Brassiere blaze twirl shell,
Palm girdle underwear, boot panty boars, hand Dug pussy thermometer!
Scream spank shout!
Kettle strap!!
Steam lung pulse!!!
******** morgue eating crucifix breakfast?
You can do this, just cut back your intake, it is not difficult at all
Says the socialist government, most of whom are as wide as they are tall.
If you put your heating thermometer back to forty-six degrees
You will see that paying that bill will be almost a breeze.
Wearing three sets of flannels and four pair of socks on your toes
Will help you survive this deficit, as most of our own elders know.
As for eating, you just need to drink eighty-three bottles of water a day.
You will be so full, your tummy will not need any food, in the U.K.
Pension credits could not continue; we needed our raises this year.
We will be eating elaborate feasts and giving you a toast and a cheer.
We can send you the brochure we paid eighty thousand to make.
Telling you to be more of a giver and stop wanting to be on the take.
Though the stream cannot go back to its original source
Can't it get in touch with its waterliness in its course?
I stand silent in a lonely street or calm in a crowd.
Yet, a voice that comes close to my essence calls me aloud.
I go within, like the sun, moon, and stars do their mission.
I sink into my Zen zone and come out with fresh vision.
My mind sets like the mercury in a thermometer.
I fix each phase of existence like a photographer.
I speak to the almighty in my soul-to-soul closeness.
As a bloom with closed petals, I feel a unique oneness.
A feeling of healing and seeing the Supreme Being
Lead me to an immense joy as though enjoying skiing.
Every being seems like an atom of the divine soul.
Nature reveals its rainbow colours with their wondrous whole.
No one looks strange. Everyone seems to be my kith and kin.
A pilgrimage towards an unknown land seems to begin.
I stepped off the bus just before midnight. The thermometer read 38 degrees, but I had never felt colder. Loneliness has a way of draining the warmth from your heart. The 400-year-old stone buildings were gray and naked as they bleached through the fog covered courtyard. Like ancient tombs guarded by skeleton trees. A window slid open on the third floor of the building across the street from me. “Hey ‘cruit, welcome to hell,” they yelled. But I couldn’t laugh. I was too busy holding back the tears that were boiling up inside me.
I was but a child
at the crossroads of my life;
looking for a sign
The humidity was doing a good job of keeping pace with the temperature. Until around 10 AM when the thermometer pushed its way past 100. That’s when 176 frightened kids and a few old hippies staggered out of the crowded cattle trucks. “Alright you maggots, RUN,” voices screamed from beneath wide brimmed Smokey Bear hats. So, we ran…and ran, duffle bags slung over our shoulders. Hours passed before we finally came to attention under the blistering Missouri sun. All the while, the bears circled. Sniffing the air and grunting. “Don’t show them any fear,” one of the old hippies whispered, “they pray on the weak.”
Like nature intends
Survival of the fittest
Do not show weakness
The Sun’s fire rises,
raising temperatures’s smile;
A tug of war dance;
Palm tree afternoon,
humidity’s peak level;
Thermometer breaks;
Healed by a sunset,
taking you back to the ground;
Rain colors your back;
Stretched to the limit
trying to break the fever:
In the end? Chilled out;
Hot and cold flashes
of the Dirty South.
As you know, I am fasting today
And fasting was never a lighter chore for me
Craving sugars, coffee mugs, all those, all of these
Serenity prayer, and I kept myself ongoing.
Every fever has a hype, this one too.
I just thought that the thermometer was a gift
a glassed space with mercury indicator
to remission the degree of expiation
the world needs.
Though, the world, I thought, is still in the first phase
phase I construction zone, happening in mind space.
*****
A weather forecast :
Expect frozen rain, snow squalls.
Warning! Please stay home.
The angry gray clouds
taunts the calm wind's, sneers ~ Please blow!
Gusts fiercely ~ GO!
The cold, chilly rain
changed from rain to clear sleet.
propels ice pellets.
The clear ice frolics.
across the clear window pane.
Hurling and twirling
With temperature change
The ice turned to fluffy snow.
Harsh winds bring blizzards.
Two-foot-high snow drifts
thermometer rises, snow melts.
A warm, sunny day
The weather forecast:
Expect frozen rains, snow squalls.
Warning! Please stay home.
Mere catch in throat, not so mere, dear
It somewhat inhibits
Though God near and bliss throbs yet spear
Outdoor play prohibits
Thermometer in hand
We nod and understand
Such is lay of the land
Cough’s got our goat
Mere catch in throat
22-November-2021
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