All posts by Chris Miller

Two of a kind

Some people say
I’m a little bit crazy
Some people say
I’m a little bit strange
But that don’t bother
me none, baby
With you beside me
I got all that I need

‘Cause we got
wind at our backs
We got sun on our faces
We got the waves
to wash the sand off our feet
They’re holdin’ jacks
but we’re holdin’ aces
When the cards are down,
you’re all that I need

Don’t need a ring
to know that I love you
No precious metal,
no sparkling gemstone
can hold a candle
to the fire inside me
that keeps us warm
on the coldest nights

‘Cause we got
wind at our backs
We got sun on our faces
We got the waves
to wash the sand off our feet
They’re holdin’ jacks
but we’re holdin’ aces
When the cards are down,
you’re all that I need

– Chris Miller

Maya

This morning, a goddess
stepped down from heaven,
just upstream of the river bend
where eddies twirl cosmic
visions with solar rays,

dug her heels into the muddy bank.

Lavender scented curls,
long as winter nights,
spilled from the crown of her head,
flowed across bewitching shoulders
against her marigold aura.

I was void cast in shadow.

– Chris Miller

Legends come to life

American comeback
Future blazing bright
Dancing with optimism
Very, very high

Energy independent
Manufacturing might
Coming back to the USA
Where the action is

Freedom unifies the soul
Missiles, planes, rockets, ships
Made in the USA
Greatest Hero of them all

People are the heart
Dreams are the soul
Love powers and sustains
We celebrate faith

Raise sights to glory of God
Second amendment rights
Land of heroes
Legends come to life

Washington, Patton, Neil Armstrong
Earp, Earhart, Annie Oakley
Beautiful, beautiful Alamo
Brave wild, wild west

Vanquish tyranny
Laid railroads,
Glorious and magnificent
Pioneers, pathfinders

Eternal truth
Hand of almighty God
The American Age
American Empire

American Adventure
Sun is still rising
Best is yet to come
Goodnight.

Some of my favorite slap tags*: Ode to #sadsackscribbles

Stickers on road signs and backs of park benches

Long star-eyed faces, psychedelic doe kitskas

Sad sacks are frowning and shit’s free all day

A little adhesive sure goes a long way

Scribbles on postcards and ATM cameras

3D illusions outline fickle chimeras

Dash of bright color to outshine the gray

A little adhesive sure goes a long way

Hearts dripping rainbows melt into a puddle

Gestalt images that leave you befuddled

Laugh, sing, and dance; they are given to play

A little adhesive sure goes a long way

  • Chris Miller

*Slap tagging is the art of placing stickers on various public surfaces such as road signs, building walls, benches, and so on.

Two day delivery

Traffic clump huddles at the feet of five-story buildings.

Tailpipe frustrations steam from idling engines.

Impatience roils from a rolled down window

of a red minivan with a single headlight.

Speak-to-your-manager-hair wearing gal –

grabs the attention of one passer-by,

What’s all this ruckus? Please, give me a reason!

What’s with this bozo. It’s making me cranky.

That box truck is blocking my way to get through

I can’t wait much longer. I have things to do.

Wearing tie-dyed toboggan, sunglasses, broad grin,

USPS pants, button-up shirt to match,

passer-by answers from right side of the street,

“What professional driver parks so far from the curb?

The hazards flash yellow but show no concern.

Casting such chaos in nets over others

just to deliver two day packaged goods.”

Yes, you understand it. Imagine the nerve?

Some half minded click-fest in wee hours of night

caused today’s standstill. I say it’s not right.

“Because of those clicks, this delivery driver

with gloves on his fingers was required to cradle

and heft precious parcel with its smile on the side

up goo riddled stairwell to flight number five.”

No elevator?

“Relativity stricken; it just wouldn’t budge.”

What’s the deal with the stairs? How did they add up?

The stairwell equation: E = MC Escher + Wonka squared.

Warped tarpit illusion, oozing dank sweat sock smells.

A saccharide marshland, hard candy outcrops,

stream beds of soda spilled last week and dried,

gummy bear creatures with mad looks in their eyes,

the shoes of the hopeless, half sunk in molasses,

abandoned by owners in desperate attempts

to escape the quagmire before being sensed

by the gummy goo monster always quick to descend

and gobble up travelers caught in its strands.”

This is surreal. Are you making this up?

“I shoot from the hip, my friend, and hips do not lie.

Sounds like a challenge.

A challenge to some, but our swift dodger of hazards

jumped the goo gummy monster, left it to gurgle in dust.

He went on to climb the staircase double helix

up, left, and down, through top, bottom, and middle

til the web surfer’s door popped into existence.”

Did he remember to knock?

“He knocked twice, just as all postmen do.

Our guy’s a cool cat, so he rapped a double tap rap.

He thrummed a wool-wrapped-knuckles-against-the-metallic-door-frame-twice-over rap.

A spirograph voice from behind the door warbled,

‘I’m in the bath, soaking. If you will, please just leave it.

I expect any moment, Dali will come by and retrieve it.’

That’s just what our guy did. He completed the drop,

then, retraced his steps through the pitching, the yawing,

the twisting and twizzle of five story levels

set to deliver the next cubic cardboard delight.”

An epic adventure, I’ll give you that,

but why is this truck still parked curbside?

“The answer is simple as simple can be.

You flagged me down, insisting to know about my delivery.”

Wait, say again. What was that name?

“The voice squiggled ‘Dali’ through my inner ear.”

Dali, you say. The name’s quite familiar

You know my name is strikingly similar

Now, this can mean only one thing.

My accessories, my accessories you bring!

  • Chris Miller

Cardboard for nothing

I want my,

I want my,

I want my accessories.

We’re still movin’

refrigerators.

Cash and carry

4K HD TVs.

Throw out your old one.

It needs replacin’.

Garbage men’ll toss it

for a minimal fee.

Oh, the pollution?

It’s deregulated

since they shut down

governmental entities.

Naw, they ain’t workin’.

Our hazards are excluded.

Let me tell ya.

No guidelines, son.

EPA can’t touch me with their

little finger.

Oversight has dwindled down to none.

We pack and ship your living room plug-ins

in less than two days–we do it for free.

Now, we include these neat packin’ peanuts.

We include this cardboard you don’t need.

Look here.

If you’re concerned, get EnergyStar.

If you’re concerned, unplug when done.

Look at that washer–

got a super-silent spin cycle, man.

Plays chimes when it’s done.

Look up there. Like that? Plastic cake-mixers!

The Garbage Patch is open for disposals, you see.

No, yours ain’t workin’. Buy yourself a new one.

Get your receipt at checkout and bisphenol for free.

We pack and ship your kitchenette plug-ins

in less than two days–we do it for free.

Now we include these neat packing peanuts.

We include this cardboard you don’t need.

I want my,

I want my,

I want my accessories.

  • Chris Miller