• it’s hard to remain angry in a zen household •

My ‘get up and go’,
has apparently absented the building,
leaving no forwarding address,
and has taken the dogs,
most of my collectibles,
and what remained
of my ‘speaking’ relatives, with,
and I’m not sure I don’t
feel the better for it.
Damned ‘get up and go’,
who needs anything
so ambulatory anywhoo!
Not me, and that’s for sure!!
If I never see it’s delicate,
fleet-footed ferret face
again, it will be too soon!!
(I would slam a door, here, but,
I have installed all ‘pocket doors’,
in my comely abode,
so I’ll just quietly slide this one
until it slides snugly into its
snug little ‘pocket door’
‘landing pad’.
Sorry.)
~ Tim Burchfield
10/6/17

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• imagine a world of ‘good listeners’ •

(Would it really be all that much better?)
My parents didn’t think so,
and I think they were right.
We, too, have an important job to do.
‘Ignorers’ of the world, unite!
~ Tim Burchfield
9/19/17

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• experimental archeology •

Friend, ‘Fitz’ told me
the ‘oil’ of the husk
of the black walnut (nut)
makes a very good (wood) stain.
This is my attempt
at extracting the ‘black gold’
with
(no, not ‘Nerds running wild!’)
curiosity-driven,
sensible,
austere,
‘experimental archeology’.
~ Tim Burchfield
9/1/17

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• an equal opportunity assessor •

“When I’m out on the street,
regardless of age, race, creed, sexual orientation, size, gender, what-have-you,
I pretty much always use the same unbiased assessment,
with everyone I meet:
‘Human being, human being, human being, human being,
…asshole…
human being, human being, human being’.”
~ Tim Burchfield
8/3/17

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• sick •

Just the other day,
I wrote, as a joke,
‘Dare to dream, bigly.’
(With a depiction of Trump in the ‘slammer’, on ‘social media’.)
And someone wrote,
‘Sick!’ in the comments.
Maybe, I am, but I don’t think so.
In fact, I think I’d have to be, ‘sick’,
to ‘support’ this Bozo.
~ Tim Burchfield
7/1/17

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• the role of a friend •

You are no friend, friend.
You only pretend to be a friend,
always with the passive aggression,
always with the snide retort.
Let me tell you about friends, friend.
Friends don’t hurt for fun,
or rip each other’s guts out for sport.
Friends don’t laugh at your pain,
enjoy your embarrassment,
exult in undermining your satisfaction,
poo-poo your gains,
remind you of your past failures,
and follies,
winnow out your weaknesses,
and worries,
all the more, to underscore.
A friend won’t hobble your confidence,
with the teasing jibe,
the unwarranted witticism,
the stinging barb,
the bad report.
That’s not the role of a friend, friend.
That’s what family is for.
~ Tim Burchfield
5/22/17

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