Mantra Du Matin

Je ne suis pas prête.
Trop tôt. Voici une pensée:
Arrêtez le monde!

I am not ready.
It’s too early. Here’s a thought:
Make the world stop!

Super Blue Moon

Super moons are cool, I guess,
And Blues come once in, well, themselves,
But super blue’s what I confess
I’ll be again tonight unless
The Northwest Overcasting Elves
Reduce the moisture in the air
And don’t occlude the view up there
The way they always do. No fair.

It’ll Stain My White Shoes

Pumpkin spice
In fall is nice;
In August, though,
I’m voting No.

Negative Altitude

Things are looking up!
Which sounds optimistic when
You’re not on a bike.

Coping Mechanisms

The sky’s a smoky yellow-grey.
It’s always been/will be this way.¹

Denial, anger, bargaining,
Depression, autumn, winter, spring,
And scorching summer are less scary
When we know they’re temporary.²

—Accepting Pleasant-Weather Loss:
The Zen of ¹Dogs and ²Kübler-Ross

Whey Off Base

Arachnophobophiliacs
Are into spider-fearing folk
For which, no judgment: What attracts
And binds two souls is not a joke.
The fact is, finding love is tough! It
Makes me happy for Miss Muffet.

Not That I Care

Happy-go-lucky
Is backwards: If you’re in luck
You’ll go happily

Straight On Till Morning

If we all repeat
I do believe it’s Friday
We can make it so!

Performative Outrage

Our once-revered democracy’s
Decaying, wasting by degrees
As half a dozen Wannabes
(Plus two more Who-the-Heck-is-He’s)
Debate who’ll be the GOP’s
First Runner-up of Nominees,
Weak symptoms of the Dread Disease
That waits to slay them.
Quickly, please.

Why Aquaman Is Exceptional

Not for lack of children’s wishes
Humans rarely ride on fishes
Slick and slimy tip to tail
Unsaddled fish are hard to scale
And docile mounts appreciate
Their worth and tend to make you wait