Rolling Through Intersections

Ego Stroke (I Do This For You…)

Charming, maybe disarming, but if
equivocal or aspersion, neither could apply —
when the hat presents in hand on stoop
with deliverances I find oh, so darling.


Yes, a ‘who hurt you?’ would suffice,
but if mocking,
spare it for the truly piteous
as your condescending acts of charity imply
something I’d rather reserve for the truly despicable.

And yes, I’ll say it like Daffy,
if you’ll leave alone.

Irony, when you can’t witness the misery inspiring
melancholy happenstance
right before your eyes, goofishly compelled.
Really? Fine,
I’m invoking Goofy.
Next time, you’ll get Pluto from me.

Actor’s Studio Note:
I play both parts in this drafted sequence of a lifelong, beloved game
to set a trap for the distracted one to bite. It employs my term, “the vanished voice.”
Tune in again, should another half of a conversation…


6.20.25

The story’s now here!
I am the idiot bard who practices to “ill-conceive” my webby stuff…’Tis me! ‘Twas I!

Finally, mortal, after all these years (Am I — hearing a country song title in there?)

There’s no tradition greater than rituals alone.
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I wrote it tonight, but didn’t plan to post before better things came up.

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