Troubled trickster


then I thought I stand to steer
on the backseat watching out for her
playing thimblerig with my marbles
whirling wayward off my cozy cushion 

lying in her desolate sedan 
on roads running close sinking in
potholes bumping in bends bare
trees too swiftly swished away 

troubling tricks jolt my ejection
seat unseeded in the race restless
moves on no avail ability now
the motor stalls still in the dead-end

The prompt in my writing workshop was, you guessed it, trickster.

The organizer of the writing workshops here in San Diego has contributed two poems to this blog: Ashen grey and The flower of thought.

Saint Valentine

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backsight: Soylent Green

Soylent Green (1973)

The other week, a circle of friends talked about how we wanted to be buried. Someone said: Soylent Green. And I thought there was another word I didn’t know in English. Turns out my words are fine; I missed a couple of American films in the 1970s. The dystopian thriller Soylent Green came out in 1973. So, it is safe to assume that it was made in 1972. It is set fifty years later. 2022. Today. I watched dystopia in real time. Comparative fun. And a reel treat – pun intended – if you can either ignore or admire the much simpler story line(s) and forget what you saw of sci-fi bombast of later years and what you heard from Charlton Heston when he acted off stage.