Showing posts with label Forasmuch then as the children are partakers of flesh and blood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Forasmuch then as the children are partakers of flesh and blood. Show all posts

Monday, July 13, 2020

BOOMER LIFE


BOOMER LIFE

The long dusty yesterday.
Sand and boulders,
time imprinted,
lifted, looked under.
Crushed.
Snow on the mountain.
Melt.
Avalanches expose footprints
buried in long wet tunnels
ending where the hot new day begins
at the opening to
the long dusty yesterday.

© M Durfee
7/13/2020


Trudging on from birth, through the Cold War where we were taught to expect nuclear annihilation. Whistling past so many, too many, assassinations. Deciding which side of impermanent lines we "had to" choose. Wars that never ended, be they fought in foreign lands or boardrooms. Oh those former hippies who expanded free market capitalism for Reagan; while everyone else tried to train for a middle class that was not expanding.

Today becomes the right time to look back and see that we end up where we started, only older, fatter, and still trying.

Monday, June 29, 2020

OPTIONS AND DISTRACTIONS


Don’t look for a restart.
Power on or power off are your only choices.
Life, no matter how you are treated is analog,
always has been.
The best you can do
is enter through a controller
assembled in Asia.
Not all of the thumbprints there
are your own.
You can buy, sell,
go to heaven or hell
digitally.
Your options and distractions
in the end always appear
in the analog reality.
Your life is not a meme caption.

© M Durfee
6/29/2020


I do regret that it has taken me this long to move off the morass that I did not want but was overcome by. The protests movements in this modern era when the shoe is on the other foot compared to the 60's. Trump of course adding his impacted ass into everything except what he should. On and on and on.

I do however hope that everyone is well enough, not virus sick.

Be Well and at peace

Mark