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The world is going to the dogs. It's crazy out there. Gonna buy a house by the sea next to the water, go fishing for my breakfast. Live long enough and you will be fishing in your kitchen, I say, but the problem is it really is crazy times. You don't have to be old to know the only thing the old folks got wrong ̶ the dogs.
2 The Rules, Part One
Being crabby is the idea. Put a little muscle into it. Scrabble along the sand discovering beach lovers' lost treasures and throw them into the sea with your right front claw (the one that hates) while the left one sleeps on the job. It's a sonnet to pain in the morning slipping out of that hole under the ebbing tide.
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18 Half Life
Wake up. Check for signs of life. Find some. Get up. Wash brush eat Wash dress write Eat wash drive Mask shop pay Drive stow wash Think write phone Mail pay Clean wash cook Brush wash sleep.
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If your life is growing wild like the lilac bush outside your office window tries to eat your house alive take a cross-cut saw to it. Trim it here and there. Saw off the small nuisances that eat up your time and energy. Then drag them out to the curb and forget them. You will feel lighter then. The sun will warm your office window.
First published: https://www.coloradoboulevard.net/poets- salon-reinventing-ourselves/
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Colorful bad actors perch like vultures atop your family tree. Were there no hummingbirds or warblers among this shady crew? There were ‒ the ones who wrote diaries owned newspapers fought wars delivered milk or mail raised potatoes taught died of TB harbored biases of their times (though some rebelled). I do not count the lawyers.
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when climate change floods your yard, drowns your oaks and kills your lawn, write a poem
when your life is long and you are forced to see your friends and family die, write a poem
when wildfires block the stars and dim the moon, and paint the sky with red and yellow strokes, write a poem
when pandemics flame across a world dumb to facts, write a poem
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