Love Gone, Baby

IT HURTS THE WAY LOVE SHOULD

Here Goes … A Quiet Scream …

I Can’t Do This Anymore – My Mind Says So, That’s Who – My Heart Beat Me To It This Time … You Go Heart!

“None Of It … Soul Rat Me Out, You Fink Bastard, You Always Tell The Truth … Your Version, Anyway.”

A Blank Screen Yelling At Me? Me Staring Back. Sleeping With My Back To The Page … Irreconcilable Or Just Differences?

CRAZY SWEET TENDER

Bat Shit Style – Guano, Guano, Guano – Trying Singing It To Quando, Quando, Quando Like Sir Humperdinck Did, Or Not, Really Don’t …

All Good With It – The Bloody Indecision Is Over – Except Acceptance: Its Gone.

The Will. The Desire. In Me …

No, No, No.

THE LAST DAY OF NOVEMBER

Kuched Is Closing Up … Expiring On WordPress

I Hope For Good. I Hate Waking The Undead.

Going Out. Bangless. Bang-Starved. No More Banging The Drum.

“Something Better Around The Bend?”

WHYN’T?

Its A Heartbreaking Little Piece About No Peace In The Broken Heart Lost By The Promise Of Words Gone, Baby …

For Weeks I’ve Tried Writing Another Bit About Fighting Hunger … Because It Matters To Me And I Failed At Compassion, Which Never Happens. And, I Couldn’t Or Wouldn’t And Didn’t. Find My Voice To Speak My Passion.

” … n’t And Me … We’ll Never Be Friends.”

I’m Shooting Blanks And Even Then I’m Missing The Target, Which Doesn’t Make Any Damned Sense – See What I Mean? – Nothing’s Coming Out. It’s All Stuck Inside Where None Of It Means A Thing. Damned, Alright.

C’MON BACK WHEN YOU’VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY

Meh-Be.

Empty – Is – All. All I Get, When I Get Nothing. But Wax Sans Poetic.

Blank Isn’t Enough To Sustain Me. Dreams Of What?

I’m Hungry. Lost My Appetite.

When I Hiccupped And Love Came To Town. I Blinked … Gone, Gone, Baby.

ONE LAST CHA-CHA …

… For The Road. Remember Back When? When We Skipped The Light Fandango?

A Few More Dripples Of Drivel. Cryptic Cranial Cavity, I Need To Feed You.

We’ve Got Some Time Left. Together. This Is One Long Good Bye / Riddance.

Let’s Laugh While It Lasts.

Preamble To “Kookaburra Me”

An excerpt from ‘Kookaburra Me– Copyright © 2020 by Michael A. Kuch

BROUHAHA.  BASTARDO.  BÊBÊ.

“Not Funny, Kook!”

None of the Beautiful Shit masquerading as Mia Dolce Vita was my idea, except Part III – Act VII, the penultimate scene where I perish – or do I? – in a Shiitake mushroom plume of ash, vapor and chunks of molten lava at the smoldering base of Mauna Loa … a reluctant Mannchylde Martyr hedging on a big, fat promise to save Humanity from it’s nasty-assed self while a paparazzo potschkes with the lens cap and misses the Magma Enchilada exploding on my impromptu photo bomb.

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Kooka, Kə-pēsh?

THE DROP-OUS

I’ll Bite Nearly Anything – If It Dangles Close Enough To My Pearly Grill – And Surrender To The Occasional Notion … That The Blogosphere Will Survive Nicely With Or Without My Acrimonious-cum-Sanctimonious-cum-Unctuous Offerings.

Though It’s Not Nearly Enough To Convince Either Of My Polarizing Alter Egos – Uppity Me Or My Shameless Self – That A Few Ripe Chapters Of Kookaburra Me Shouldn’t Find A Tidy Domicile On Kuched In The Coming Weeks.

Capisce – Kə-pēsh – Capeesh.

“So, What The Frangipane Is Kookaburra Me?”

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The Hurr(a)y Up & Wait, What Just Happened?

IT’S ABOUT TO BE A MESS OVER HERE

I’m Not Quite Sure “How This Cluster-Dump-It-On-Mick” Situation Came To Be …

Specifically, How-In-The-Everglades I Inherited The Honor And Implied Obligation Of Hosting Thanksgiving Dinner Today, Because Antsy-Pants Canadians Need To Do This Charade On The Second Monday Of October Getting A Sizeable Jump – International Bragging Rights – On Their American Cousins South Of The Border By 45 Days.

I’d Like To See A Saw-Off And Both Countries Come Up With A Mediated Settlement Of Joint Turkey/Tofurky Holidays On Or Around The Half Way Point.

“Oooopsy – That’s Halloween On October 31 – Scrap That Idea, Darling.”

THE BIRTHDAY WEEKEND THAT WASN’T

Hey, I Know … It’s The Worst Kept Secret Since My Half-Year (Annual 0.5’er) Extravaganza Last April – Has Seen At Least Three Different Itineraries Planned And Pooped Out.

I Can Point Fingers At My Immediate Family; However, They’re Not Entirely Receptive To The Idea Of Blame, And The Fleshy Digits Will Inevitably Lead Back To Me – My Big Mouth – And The Voluntary Sucker For Self-Flagellation In The Kitchen.

“In The Interim, I’ve Been Ornery As One Can Be, Being Laid Up From My Allegiance To Quasi-Vaxxy-Friendliness, I Confess …”

I Was Pricked Twice By Nurse Smiley On Thursday For Vaccinations Meant To Ward Off Hepatitis A & Hepatitis B (Twinrix) And Shingles (Shingrix) – So, My Plans To Spend A Night Away Got Quashed In The Scrotum And Other Areas Of The Under Carriage, Because The Side Affects Of Two Shots To My Shoulders Left Me Feeling Uneasy Queasy.

THE RAGAZZI, NEPHEW AND FORMERISH B-I-L

Are Converging On The Grotto At 4 PM …

In An Couple Of Minutes I’ll Be At The Kitchen … Spotify On … Looking For My Mind And Where To Begin To Unravel The Royal Heap Of Non-Prepared Food Stuff In Front Of Me: Contemplating A Massive Smoked Ham (Bone In) And Turkey (Boneless – New To Me – Didn’t Know A Certain Flock Of Turkey’s Are Born Sans Bones, But That’s The Beauty Of Science, Sorcery And Cookery).

And Their Friendly Side Kicks: Potatoes (Mashed, Skins On) – Roasted Brussel Sprouts (Flown In Direct From Belgium) And Tre-Colored Carrots (Orange, Yellow And Let’s Go With Purple) – Mixed Salad – And Assorted Why Bother? Accoutrements (Stuffing, Cranberry Sause, Yadacetera). Plus, Whatever Desserts The Lads Are Bringing. I’ve Probably Missed A Few Items.

“Regret Comes To Mind – I’m Wiped Already – Here’s A Smile.”

Image by Alexas Fotos from Pixabay