2025-10

commencing the lunar cycle with high spirits
deciding to stay the course with development
watching for a possible elimination
sorting madly through endless clutter as always

feeling a sense of disconnection with the world
despising the eggshells on which they make us walk
becoming increasingly reclusive in ways
reconfiguring the wardrobe for colder days

tackling the need to find some source of lasting flow
battling unfair critique and sharp contradiction
finding the world booby-trapped with hidden backlash
generating a tired pre-trained transformation

relying on sleep as the most effective drug
preparing for the watch party later today
seeking shelter from the storms of false predictions
sending this long before the most dangerous game

hoping to create a digital list of lists
hoping to finish the project and pump some fists
taking lots of time to document the new code
ensuring easy setup after the download

sharing enthusiasm with only myself
dismissing most ochlocratic opinions
composing increasingly abstruse passages
eschewing mainstream appeal with great amusement

preferring an eternal abstract existence
avoiding comments by less intelligent crowds
arising from the ruins like in the anthem
hoping to find a more long-term ikigai

streamlining things down to a half-dozen outlets
using social networks as a public notebook
using those kinds of websites not for the social
becoming yet more esoteric and cryptic

reposting verity not popularity
relishing the celebrations of yesterday
steering clear of the decaying normie networks
enjoying using the friction-free telegram

preferring not to have to deal with the public
witnessing the launch of a triple-waved match ball
upgrading to a larger desk for the study
toggling in and out of a public existence

shuffling around during this confusing era
ensuring a line gets posted four times a day
eluding the scrutiny of stupid backlash
absconding from a friendly interrogation

getting a payday from lithium hydroxide
trying to see what else we need for the big game
finding fanatics walking with golden tridents
enjoying a repast before the series starts

forgetting almost to continue this epic
celebrating not with turkey but with quiet
making a platform my digital capital
feeling colder and will soon hibernate further

making meaning without approval of others
operating within the confines of this space
writing another manas without disruption
nor relying on the assistance of the cliques

preferring apps that focus only on content
focusing on production over approval
knowing that we can only control the former
sticking to nobody's plan except to my own

feeling relieved to find salvation within hell
persisting productivity in this small nook
noting hobnobbing networks in a withdrawn way
writing rhymes again with a more homely wordplay

folding away by living a more uncouth life
calling this midpoint a means for the old keepsakes
thrusting twenty-four-bell clocks on the masses
making all day-marks have a year-month-day layout

reckoning another shift back to the big town
becoming milder after finding stiller paths
crafting a new but still-understood way of speech
shifting away from new strange words from strange backgrounds

having nothing ready for today save for this
wanting a seventh game to happen tomorrow
heaving a set of drawers down the cellar stairs
getting set for what might make up the year's last match

going off to dream about the upcoming year
taking a leaf from the book of the happy one
having a stab at setting up a new screencast
wishing that the home group takes it to the world set

riding out the days with fresh online works like this
making steady headway with these said online works
chugging the black coffee as the dark noon hangs on
resting tonight after the game from yesterday

fleeing from the need to go under the limelight
finding no time even when owing none to others
stepping away from the keyboard for a short while
letting the tides take me to wherever they crash

reaping the windfalls as they come not so often
jamming folkways by staying far away from them
seeing the win thirty-two years ago today
bringing back to mind the home run that won it all

writing this down a week before the halloween
gearing up for tonight's first game of the world set
finding the weeks going by so quickly these days
waiting two more hours before the start of game one

feeling alright and not seeking more from this team
wielding things and time together as they go fast
taking a trip to the big town for some big thrills
getting ready for another big game tonight

wanting it all but then losing some of it all
strapping up yet again to go back up north
buying some sundries for the long fall week ahead
napping with the shorter days and earlier nights

starting a new week with a sense of hopefulness
needing not only time but for time to move back
missing the days when the networks were more heartfelt
making fast plots should this happen or that happen

hoping to know how this week should go by tonight
making things happen has become so unwieldly
striking up a plot for the best of likelihoods
taking some time to brush up on the online works

needing to do what-ifs for a whole slew of things
seeing what paths to take for coming weekend
noting "telding" as an old word for pitching tents
borrowing time and faulting with it by a lot

glimmering on the eve of the hallowed evening
looking up and noting how the leaves fell quickly
driving back to the big town for some more new thrills
letting go of bad bloods from past online crossings

letting the hallowed evening day begin softly
breaking dawn of the new days of a great wonder
looking over the fastness of the evening's plots
hoping for a win tonight to make this town roar