Homebound: Day 21

The Marionettist

The Marionettes watch for
A pout, a frown, a scowl, a sneer,
A grimace, a grin, a smirk, a simper…
The Marionettes listen for
The breathing, the throat clearing,
The expletives, the sneezing, the coughing…
Of the self-proclaimed Marionettist,
Then move accordingly.
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Homebound: Day 16

 

For our Office Assistant

Homebound: Day 18

 

Last mucky days?

 The kids and I will surely miss the snow...

Snow, wind, sun...

When snow, wind and sun collide...

Elsewhere, wars rage on...

Homebound: Day 10

With eyebrow pencils and acrylic:

     

Homebound: Day 8

 

Homebound: Day 7

        

 

Homebound: Day 6

 

Life is like

Life is like an airport
With arrivals and departures
‘Cept there’s no turning there
Once you’re truly up in the air.

Some make it through. Some don’t.
They never get past
Customs or immigration.
Some lose their luggage
And live to the fullest.

Some have all the time
Watching more arrivals
More early departures.
But when you’re, oh, so delayed,
You’d want to depart yourself
See what’s behind that gate.
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Homebound? Paint a birdhouse

 

When you can't use arcylic, then it's tempera instead...

In tempera and acrylic on Day 3.

The God of gods

When the self-proclaimed

God of gods goes unhinged
The lesser gods just
Scratch their heads.
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Nearly cut off my fingers

Young coconuts on sale
A taste of the tropics, you’d say
With plastic straws for sipping
That refreshing sweet juice within
But where to get a bolo machete
For that jelly meat in its belly?

So you go about laboring
The way you’d seen husking
Voila! But the shell needed cracking
And your kitchen knife nearly taking

Three of your fingers
For that sweet flesh
Now you know better.
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Close your eyes

Close your eyes
Don’t even look at the price
Just fill it up.
It’s just gas.
For somewhere
Soldiers
Are going home
In pieces
Tearing into
Their mothers’ hearts.

Close your eyes
Don’t even look at the numbers
Just let them die.
Collateral damage.
For somewhere
Kings
Are playing games
With their pawns
Are you feeding
Into their egos and pride?

Close your eyes…
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