I wandered through my personal “no man’s land” today,
I’ve been on a news boycott for the last few days and
Have not had any sense of what is happening in the world.
It’s been wonderful.

I could not avoid it today,
A man has got to eat and from the calm sunny deck where I sat
To the yummy concoction of meat, rice, and veggies in the kitchen
Was the blasting of the orange one on television.

So this is a problem with open concept living,
There are no rooms to get away from television.
Since I’m intermittent fasting tv in general and boycotting news,
Especially, FOX News, I was…well…it rhymes with ducked.

I literally caught a max of two-minutes of that propaganda drivel
And I was drooling like a cheetah waiting to pounce on an antelope.
Why does it have that effect on me?
I’m middle of the road. I don’t like either political party.

My plate went half filled, my focus became the trek back to the deck,
I made it with only one snide remark and a shaking of my head.
It’s only July, watch we get locked down again and forced to watch,
Watch what, this election, the ads, the debates, the ridiculousness.

Please, can’t we just vote now?
Everyone already has chosen sides, hunkered down,
We’ve suffered enough this year, the last three really,
So someone show some mercy on this country. We could use a break.

Planning for the future
Purchasing plots for the family
What happens when one dies early
And the other remarries…

Where to bury,
A decision that is very scary,
Complicated, unlikely to be resolved easily
Just something else to deal with.

How do you choose which life time partner to rest with,
Do vows stop at death?
Which vows take precedence,
I can’t say, not my worry, but an interesting thought.

Clouds are coming,
A storm is on the way.
Wind, rain, who knows what else.
Maybe it will blow all these ill winds away,
Take the virus to another place,
Relieve the racial tensions,
Let us all begin to heal from both.

Wouldn’t that be something,
A calm after the storm,
A reckoning with how to live with the virus,
A realization of how to live together.
Tonight, I’ll sleep in the coldest room in the house,
Smiling and hoping to see clearly after the storm
Works some good magic…hopefully…

Waking with a tight hip,
An unbending back, and
A lack of will to exercise
Put this day in sight of laziness.
Everything I could do to keep it there
Was done, although, some stretching did occur
And I walked on the beach far enough
To see a lifeguard going at it with a surfer dude,
Who must have been about forty-five.
The leftover tacos, the hard boiled eggs,
The broiled crab cakes, the cherry water ice,
Man, that was something today.
Even managed to squeeze in a nap before the beach and
A nap at the beach, snooze, sun, snooze…awesome…
Maybe that’s why my mini-golf game was a little off.

Ah, vacation…

After a day where hypocrisy got taken to new levels,
Not only from my mouth,
But those not saying anything about insensitivities expressed
By just about everyone who lives on this planet,
I decided to pull the pin on my vacation diet.

Here’s how it went,
Tacos for dinner, which doesn’t sound that bad,
Two soft, two hard, lots of beef and cheese,
A handful of melt in your mouth peanut candies,
And some animal crackers all washed down with green tea.

As my cynicism grew, I realized, I had not done enough,
So I went all out Aunt Kate or Aunt May,
Great aunts from Corbett and ate another dinner,
Which I’m not sure they did, but in this round
I chose dessert first, a habit of theirs.

A handful of those colorful candies,
A hefty chunk of peanut butter Jersey Shore fudge,
Had there been cherry soda and vanilla ice cream,
I would have done my old relatives right,
But the second dinner would simply be pizza.

A two-day old slice that was sitting in the back of the fridge
Gaining flavor and holding it well in the cold was the main course,
I washed the cheese slice down with some “legendary” soda water,
And waited for the sign that I had been satiated,
Finally, a burp was expressed and I began chain sneezing.

Listen, standards matter, behaviors matter, we all need to raise our bar
There are too many asking for too much without doing all they could,
I’m not pointing my food weary finger at any one group,
People need to get their acts together, with protest or power,
Accountability, for Presidents, for athletes, for me, or for you matters.

It’s amazing how good a few lunges and squats can feel,
Simple exertion to take the edge off of being lazy.
Not many, maybe just about ten of each does the trick,
Letting there be a sense of accomplishment, a moment of youth.

Of course, when that is preceded by a bonking run
The kind where heat and humidity crush a spirit
Only about eight tenths of a mile from home,
It’s no wonder the squats and lunges work their magic.

It’s those moments of failure that let the successes feel so good,
Nothing like a few easy calisthenics to get the blood flowing,
To set the mind to dreaming again about another run
Where an outcome is certain, success, failure, or denial.

A baby bunny, about the size of a lacrosse ball
Wandered the streets of a seaside community
Tearing at people’s hearts,
The do gooders, the save the Earth kinds,
Those with the moral inclination to help. Good folks, all.

The baby bunny, in its diminutive stature
Made it through the heat of the day,
Managed the traffic on Pleasure Avenue,
Survived a quick pass through the five hole of a pit bull,
And will live as long as nature means for it to go.

I wonder what we can learn from this bunny,
Survival,
Fate,
Destiny,
I’m not sure, but there must be something in all of this
That the bunny accepts and we cannot.

No fireworks, what a drag,
Although, the snap, crackle, and pops
Doesn’t do much for me anymore,
Less for my dog, he scares easily by the booming.

The holiday in the USA has brought some interesting sights,
Phones that don’t float,
Angry dudes in rust bucket mud covered Chevy’s,
Three old ladies having trouble getting out of a Kia,
Any American flag wearing borderline patient patriot
Walking down a busy road returning my salute
As we drove past him,
Countless fire company calls to unknown emergencies,
A return of the karaoke sect down the street,
A flourish-year old taking out the wheel well of an SUV,
The SUV was parked,
At least the kid had a Dragon Ball-Z helmet
So he was not hurt and no damage was done to the auto.

I thought there might be fireworks on that one
As the kid’s mother came running,
The car’s owner came running,
All the while, the five year old sister kept riding her e-bike.

Really, our day was full of ‘Merica,
The craziness that shows the truth of our country
Being a place where all kinds of things are allowed,
Because like they said in The Wire, “we gotta.”
Except when you’re Snot Boogie or some mope from the real world
Who can’t understand that our freedoms are for all people
And you’re warped way of defining what we are
Has to include what the Declaration and Constitution
Say what we are supposed to be,
United,
Which for those of you who didn’t pay attention in school
Means, “together.”
All of us, each and everyone.

On this birthday night,
I’m hoping people can learn that lesson
Despite the fact that there won’t be any fireworks to speak of.
Peace.

Confusion reigns where loyalties are concerned,
Family, friends, hangers on,
I never quite know where everything rests,
What side of the fence to be on,
To straddle or to choose.

Whatever the right play,
It’s on my values, my beliefs, things important to me,
I can’t support the orange one,
His values do not align with mine,
I hope we come to our senses.

Still though, confusion is there
As I wonder where I fit in those groups,
In, out, mostly out as auto-tune has ruined country music,
Temperance has awakened my sensibilities, and
Ambivalence has calmed my need to fit in.