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Donald Trump's presidential campaign owed the city of El Paso a substantial sum of money for security and related services the city provided during Trump's campaign stops. I don't know whether the debt was ever paid. If not, booting Air Force One is worth a try.
Air Force One is confined on a runway by a boot similar to those used to enforce traffic laws. An El Paso police officer holds a ticket book and tells Donald Trump, who is on his knees begging, "Beg all you want. The boot ain't coming off until you pay the City of El Paso every cent you owe.
January 21, 2026 at 7:49 AM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
#poetry #disability
No horizon line Separated my earth and sky. Smudges in the same dull gray A faint hint of the drifting days What becomes of the dullest gray As the pale white bleeds away? But the darkest clouds whited my eyes Staring through pain did not make me wise Would you know what my world consumed? When you look at me, you see a tomb Of screams so silent the air stands still Lest the words break the world, endless and shrill. I trod for miles through the dust My life mist or flakes of rust Too light to leave footprints in my wake Fading insignificant into the emptiness.
July 7, 2025 at 4:24 AM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
Are United States Navy warship captains scrolling Instagram searching for ways to do their jobs better? If such instruction could be relegated to social media and youtube, America wouldn't need to waste money on military acadamies anymore.
June 3, 2025 at 5:27 PM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
#disability #poetry
I have reached the end Living has smeared me thin. And I can’t keep from breaking anymore. I want to be where you are. Unbroken. Whole. Running through your meadow As the sunbeams grow But dying smeared you, too. Tiny sparks raining from a tissue Of light. Dispersed in the darkness Until they can’t be seen. Solute in the solution Of oblivion. I will carry you until I go. Then these words will catch the faintest glow Paint your silhouette from the shadows When someone sees you here, you aren’t gone And I can bear being alone Until my sparks sputter as the darkness comes. And nothing and I become one.
May 30, 2025 at 2:40 PM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
The bird that appeared
Whenever she was near was
A vulture circling
My breaking heart, feasting
On the notion that I could
Be loved. Are we wise,
Living with the knowledge that
"Loving" is grieving?

#disability #poetry
May 6, 2025 at 6:10 AM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
#disability #poetry
My life means nothing Will I matter when I die, Rejected no more?
May 1, 2025 at 11:09 PM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
Just read an internet rant about the conspiracy to convince students that humanities degrees are worthless, with the result that we can't think critically and embrace conspiracy theories. My humanities professors embraced absurd ideas about military service, with nary a sign of critical thought.
April 27, 2025 at 1:09 AM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
Writing and speaking
Means that my soul is bleeding
Silence is my peace.

#disability #poetry
April 22, 2025 at 4:17 AM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
#disability #poetry
The words you use aren’t kind, I’ve heard them a thousand times And they don’t make what you believe the truth You hate me, you loathe me So you scream at me hoping that I will bleed from your wounds I make you sick, so you can’t breathe So you decided we had to be enemies I’ve done nothing to you, but you can’t let it be We didn’t have to be enemies. I walk the High road away from you. Only God knows what I did to you. This is the life I have, and what I choose Is to walk the high road, the high road away from you I walk away, I walk away, because you wanted to be enemies. All I wanted was to be left alone, to spend my days in solitude What I’m healing from is none of your concern Just leave me in peace to tend my wounds Your threats and your unkind words Make it harder for me, and won’t heal you. A truth that has surely eluded You. Deep inside, do you know that you are the enemy? Change me, rearrange me, make me your enemy. Make me your enemy. I walk the High road away from you Only God knows what I did to you. This is the life I have, and what I choose Is to walk the high road, the high road away from you. I walk away, I walk away, because you wanted to be enemies.
April 19, 2025 at 9:42 PM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
#disability #poetry
If there were fewer People, I might have a place A unique purpose Rather than being A superfluous copy In a niche too full Of people who don't Matter because we hurt and Speak the same way and The sameness smears us Painted, frozen forever Into the background. I don't want to be I want to be uniquely Free.
April 17, 2025 at 7:31 AM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
Without downloading any new pics, where are you at mentally?
Caption: "When you ask me how I'm doing and I say 'I'm functioning' this is what I mean" displayed over a photograph of a demolished bathroom sink missing its sides and back but still able to catch the water running from its faucet in its drain.
March 21, 2025 at 6:46 AM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
I do not fit, no matter which way I turn
Unable to find my role
Dressed in poorly fitting clothes
My hat slips over my eyes
Cannot see what I am doing wrong
As I trip over my pant leg cuffs
Lost my desire to get back up
Because I will never belong.
#disability #poetry
January 16, 2025 at 11:52 PM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
The psychology department at the local VA hospital invited a patient to speak to them about patient needs. The patient was well prepared, periodically distributing handouts with information to support his points. The meeting was taped, with the patient's consent, for the benefit of a senior staff member who could not be present. This psychologist noted a couple of odd things while watching the video after the fact. He noticed, rather wryly, that every time a handout was distributed, half the staff would remove their eyeglasses and half the staff would put their eyeglasses on. When the patient running the presentation called attention back to himself and the whiteboard he was writing on, the wearing of eyeglasses among the staffers would reverse. The psychologist realized that the changes in who was wearing glasses followed a pattern. The time between changes would take the same amout of time three times, then it would take a bit longer for three times and revert to the shorter time for three times. He did a Google search to confirm his suspicion: The eyeglass changes were timed to spell "SOS" in Morse code.
January 12, 2025 at 9:53 PM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
archiveofourown.org/works/61177309
December 14, 2024 at 1:50 PM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
#poetry
The voters distrust us, can't understand it We only lie when we aren't asleep Our Project is golden, we're so excited To finally herd the sheep. Feeling euphoric, juiced up on coke Ain't looked at porn all night I'm feeling angry, cannot see reason When I witness decency it fills me with spite Yeah when you call Trump's name Foaming like rabid dogs Yeah when you hear him out And chant louder to hide from his nonsense, alright Yeah, we only get elected when the elections are fixed We totally aren't hypocrites, yeah, that's rich We're for the freedom of those in the colorless niche America will be great when everyone else is dead in a ditch Always the alphas, we move like studs Picking up our dates at the prom They are always shy, don't enjoy being worked on That's alright, we consent for everyone. Yeah when you call Trump's name Foaming like rabid dogs Yeah, when you hate the people he mocks Promoting their freedom to live in fear of your ignorance Yeah, we only get elected when the elections are fixed We totally aren't hypocrites, yeah, that's rich We're for the freedom of those like us to the least little bit America will be great when everyone else is dead in a ditch
December 1, 2024 at 12:36 AM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
Based on the "Rifleman's Creed," as presented in the film Full Metal Jacket. Basing it on "This is my rifle, this is my gun" would have been more awkward. #disability #poetry
This is my pen. There are many like it but this one is mine. It is my guide. I must master it as I master my truth. Without me, my pen is useless. Without my pen, I am useless. My pen must write only what is honest. Together, we will never seek to deceive, only to illuminate. My pen and I know that likes do not count when our words are insincere. We do not hide behind ornaments and bullshit. When we obfuscate, we weaken what we stand for and hurt those we love. In simplicity, we lay our truth bare. We must be understood, that others will understand, that hatred and division will vanish. Before all that rests within my care, I swear this creed. So be it, until decency is victorious and ignorance is vanquished.
November 17, 2024 at 6:44 PM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
Fade to Black (Collapse of Civilization Version) #disability #poetry
November 17, 2024 at 5:03 AM
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#disability #poetry
November 17, 2024 at 4:50 AM
nomorecolor.bsky.social
#poetry
November 29, 2023 at 4:58 PM