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Analog Assassin

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One day, if moons and stars align, I want to visit Ivrea …

#typewriter #poetry #itsgonnarainfordays

There isn't enough coffee
To make this work.
We're supposed to get rain
For the next several days,
Which we obviously need
In a semi-arid desert
With lawns and golf courses
And imported trees.
Sunrise was clear and warm,
The heavy marine layer
Somehow absent,
A final bit of light,
Before the storm
Pulls the curtain
Across golden daylight
In exchange
For life-giving
Water.

November 13, 2025

November 13, 2025 at 4:47 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

#typewriter #poetry #whiteknucklerage

... goddam, goddam ...
goddam this fucking mess
and these fucking people
claiming righteousness
while proclaiming both
victory and ignorance

there will be fists
clenched tightly
with white knuckle rage

November 13, 2025

November 13, 2025 at 4:13 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

… goddam …

GOD DAMN!

November 13, 2025 at 4:13 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

… life …

#coffee #deathbeforedecaf

November 13, 2025 at 3:38 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

I’ve taken my various cars to the same neighborhood shop for almost three decades now. The young daughter who once went to work with her father, the owner, now runs the shop. She knows my name and asks about my daughters.

#typewriter #poetry

The same
Fourty-something
Car mechanic
Has parked
On my street,
For at least
A decade,
Quietly
Smoking one last cigarette,
Before walking
A block away
To fix aging cars.
He always offers
A smile and a wave,
And still says hello
To the neurotic dog,
Who still refuses
His kind
Thick hands,
As she hides
Behind my legs.

November 12, 2025

November 12, 2025 at 3:45 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

… a lighter shade of grey …

#typewriter #poetry

Morning is here
And the sun
Is being coy,
Hiding
Behind walls
Of fog
And distant rain clouds.
The grey
Grows brighter,
But remains
Grey,
And evening's chill
Clings like dew,
Keeping jackets
On morning walkers
Zipped up
To the neck.

November 12, 2025

November 12, 2025 at 3:04 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

#typewriter #poetry

A man
In half of a hospital gown
Wanders barefoot
Down the street,
His bare ass
Exposed
As he sifts through cigarette butts
Along the edge
Of the sidewalk,
While morning commuters
Drive distractedly
To work.
The city's unhoused
Citizens
Blend into the landscape,
Like the pigeons and crows,
And are fed
The same discarded crumbs.

November 11, 2025

I woke up
With a sore neck
And a headache,
Praying
To the coffee gods
For relief,
As the morning inventory
Of "what hurts today"
Limped
Down the checklist.
The sunrise was warm and golden,
Offering hope
To my aching knees,
That grumble and grouse
At the relative chill
Of November air.
The ache of existence
Is the survivor's reward / curse,
Depending on the morning
And the strength
Of the coffee.

November 11, 2025

November 11, 2025 at 4:53 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

… morning reflections/observations … and coffee …

… all the fucking coffee …

November 11, 2025 at 4:53 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

There are many lessons to be relearned from WW2 and the rise and fall of the Nazis … and their collaborators.

#typewriter #poetry #dontcollaboratewithfascists

Democrats of today
Need only turn their heads
Back to see
1944 Vichy,
Once liberation
Pried open
Nazi occupied France,
And the gallows swung
For the collaborators
And traitors.
Those who shook hands
With the devil,
In exchange for comfort
During war,
Slept in shallow graves,
When evil
No longer
Gave them power -
The oppressed
Have long memories
Of their oppressors.

November 10, 2025

November 10, 2025 at 4:11 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

… spitting nails …

#typewriter #poetry #betrayal

My father
Had an expression
He used,
When exceedingly angry,
Claiming that he was
"mad enough, I could spit nails."
And right now,
I could nail
Coffins closed
On the political careers
Of cowards and devils
Who have taken part
In the looting and raping
Of our imperfect democracy,
In exchange for promises
To be broken later,
And a gilded ballroom
For the feckless fascist
And his cohort
Of succubi and sycophants.

November 10, 2025

November 10, 2025 at 3:25 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

There is something about flight departures into a visible unknown … when ascending from featureless grey into featureless sky …

#typewriter #poetry #reallythickfog

I can hear
The invisible
Departures,
Disappearing
Into the featureless grey
Sky, soupy and thick,
Muting
Light and sound.
The vague sky
Is directionless,
Without visible horizon,
Or glowing sunrise,
As takeoff becomes
An act of faith.

November 9, 2025

November 9, 2025 at 4:47 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

The marine layer is super thick again this morning, engulfing everything in a humid blanket of grey.

#typewriter #poetry

I can feel you
Breathing next to me
As you sleep
In my memory
Of a time
When
Things still worked
Between us
And our feet
Touched
Beneath the blankets.

November 9, 2025

November 9, 2025 at 4:21 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

… amuck …

#typewriter #poetry #madwithmurderousfrenzy

It's not a haiku,
I just can't focus -
The
thoughts
are
running
amuck.

amuck (adjective) ;
1 - mad with murderous frenzy.

November 8, 2025

November 8, 2025 at 5:30 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

Here we are. Kafka and Camus, no matter how drunk, couldn’t have seen this coming.

#typewriter #poetry #frogarmy #mustardandonion #resist #freeluigi

Sandwich throwing frogs
Have become
The absurd symbols
Of resistance
To absurd evil,
In a plot twist
Neither Camus
Nor Kafka
Could have penned.
The smoldering ruins
Of Democracy
Will be defended
By sloppy IEDs
Made of mustard and onions.
The glitchiest AI
Could never output
Such madness
And meme-worthiness,
Proving the perfection
In the flaws
Of human creativity
And rage -
Which dictators and despots
Do not possess.
The resistance
May not be televised,
But it will be
Meme-ified.

November 7, 2025

November 7, 2025 at 3:30 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

… mid day daydreams …

#typewriter #poetry #daydreaming #dontwannawork

I traced
The curve
Of your hip
With my tongue,
Allowing
My lips
To linger
In slow kisses,
As the world
Continued
To turn
Without us.
Our escape
From the noises,
Within and without,
Fueled by our
Collective burning,
Released us
Into fire and ash,
As we smoldered
On the pyre
Of our bodies.

November 6, 2025

November 6, 2025 at 9:10 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

… ugh, sorry … once more *with* ALT text this time …

The "extra" hour
Of sleep
I was promised
Hasn't materialized.
I haven't been repaid
For the theft
Of daylight.
Our cold
Second spring
Has begun In SoCal,
With shoots of green
Returning
To dried out grasses
That scorched
Beneath the suumer sun,
As humidity and rain
Make less infrequent visits,
Crossing
The southern border,
Without proper documentation.
I'd rather have
More daylight,
And a refund
On the sleep.

November 6, 2025

November 6, 2025 at 5:03 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

The return of green grass is nice, but I’d prefer more daylight. We need the seasonal rains, and snow in the mountains … I get it … but damn.

#typewriter #poetry #seasonaldepression

November 6, 2025 at 4:42 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

“… but you get an extra hour of sleep …”

Bullshit. Gimme back my longer days!

November 6, 2025 at 4:42 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

I’m not naive enough to believe that last night’s magnificent wins mark a sea change, but they do serve as a very important message - ESPECIALLY TO DEM LEADERSHIP - that compromise is less effective than actually standing for something.

#typewriter #poetry #resist

The lurching,
Belching beast,
Swimming
In its own feces,
Fumbles and stumbles
As it reaches
For scapegoats
With its stubby fat fingers.
The recipients
Of the shit,
That always rolls
Down hill,
Have begun
To throw it back.
Pitchforks and torches,
And rusty guillotines,
Remain
In dusty storage
(For now).
Revolution remains
A whisper,
But the revolutionaries
Are clearing
Their throats.

November 5, 2025

November 5, 2025 at 3:48 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again … #thisdamndog

#typewriter #poetry #whyistherehairinmycoffee

The dog and I
Wrestled
For dominance
And space
On the bed -
Her preference
Is any space
I attempt
То occupy.
Her love is
Black and white
Fur on every piece of clothing I own,
That somehow
Makes it onto
Every clean dish
In the cupboard.
She lingers
In the bed
Each morning,
As I make coffee,
But eventually finds her way
To my feet,
Whether there is room
Or not.

November 4, 2025

November 4, 2025 at 4:48 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

The controlled release of so much rage against the current situation, combined with the joy of a special kind of community was an amazing experience to be a part of once more. The show itself was incredible, but the experience is what kept my ears ringing.

November 3, 2025 at 4:49 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

How does the expression go? “Old punks never die, they just stay out of the mosh pit because it would be really bad for their hip replacement.”

… something like that …

Saw the legendary Subhumans on Saturday night, and they haven’t lost a step in 40+ years.

#typewriter #poetry #punkaintdead

I watched the pit
From a comfortable distance,
My replacement hip and I
Choosing to avoid
The temptation
Of the circling swarm
And the communal support
Of stage-diving bodies,
Flailing limbs
With heavy boots
And studded jackets.
The band fired sound
Through the heaving sea,
Surging to the stage
In fanatical waves,
Screaming the lyrics
Back
Into the faces
Of the band -
The mutual experience
Of performance
And release,
The catharsis of rage,
Through sweat and song.

November 3, 2025

November 3, 2025 at 4:49 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

Oof … I admit it, this winter and “holiday season” is gonna be a rough one this year … the “Black Friday” sales began before the Halloween candy was even handed out. It’s clear that the desperation is high this year, for a lot of reasons.

#typewriter #poetry #capitalismisadeathcult