Unlocks
Impresses
Stuns
That’s what
I said
But so
From hot
Tub to
Cold plunge
Ok so
I know
I’m just
Doing a quick
Was it Ben
Was it Damien
I DM-ed Farzin
It’s like does
That always happen?
Tuesday, March 17, 2026
Monday, March 16, 2026
Starkitecture
I always love to challenge myself
It kind of like excites me
I’ve become something of a dab hand at
Talking to my wrist or my glasses,
Flexing through Zoom calls
Disseminating dossiers of sensitive matters that aren’t public
Dishing to the Entertainment Juggernaut Times
Fresh finds in every leak
Marinated in herbs and
Garlic and articles of faith
Projects outperforming at
Next-gen levels of outperformance
Putting two and two together
Coming up with five
Thirty-seven thousand, eight hundred billion
Four trillion!
Large-cap
Cross-platform
Alcohol-fueled
Rules-driven
Late-night
Picture-perfect
Carbon-based
Far-flung
Sci-fi
Thinly-veiled
Real-life
Gluten-free
Short-range
Long-range
High-profile
Pan-fried!
Sunday, March 15, 2026
Shakespeare on the Light Rail
Rebalancing my portfolio
Staring death in the eye
Through risk lenses
Head like the Elephant Man
Torso like Saint Sebastian
My right oblique tight
I was Othello white
Desdemona half black, half Chinese
Presenter and influencer
Quotes, clubs, slow cookers
Bats right throws right
At large, in chief
Infinitely clippable
Massive digital reach
Stole the heart off my sleeve
I flipped like a cheap zori
My blood pressure spiked like agave
And bats were swinging for the fences
I just want to rock that smart little backside
From allegro presto to andante pastoral
Strong merch numbers’ll do that
A night of high engagement
Peer-to-peer messaging
Any platform, any cloud
We matched app for app
Fiercely compelling, fiercely tender
And although this account is private somehow
The internet lit up.
Saturday, March 14, 2026
Scrolling at the Seashore
The café is lit like a refinery
Sights sounds ordure
Incense wafts into the
Unremedied hazardous waste
Of attentional technology
I’m killing time before a medical appointment.
Quite enjoying “Death to America” again
It’s been a minute
And as sure as day follows night
Flight disruptions lead to travel chaos
Warnings about sleeper cells and lone wolves
But doggone that pain at the pump.
Even though you can’t exactly see the shore
From the Seashore, when it comes to the Middle East
I couldn’t pick them out on a map
But who needs maps--just ask AI
Keep your chin up and your Hormuz straight
There’s two sides to every pancake.
Yet I feel pain at the pump
I’ve made my living doing things machines do
And now I’m an expat in my own birthplace
A medical tourist in my own country
With multiple good driver discounts
Off to see the doctor about that nagging pain at the pump.
© Copyright
2026 Randy Stark
Thursday, March 5, 2026
Living in the Framework
Three Down: Instant Noodles
All this to do
And then it’s like
Macrame and scrapbooking
Like teaching a daughter to snowboard
My car’s in the shop
While sheep are lambing
Yes, it's like ramen.
Like happy hour refills
Of the secretary o' war
His aesthetics (slim pickins)
“Death and destruction from the sky”
Tankers, subs and warships
All got that sinking feeling
“All day long.”
Some people see aces and icons and ask
Where’s my phone
Some people see sequels and reboots and ask
How’s the weather
Some people see touchpoints and canons and ask
Where’s my mood board
And then the front door, chirping.
Thursday, February 26, 2026
Hey Nonny No
Life hacks
Former brand content analyst
And smart charger of managed loads
Drove the short bus for special needs adults
Now a special needs adult short bus rider himself
Now down to the final kilowatt hours
Gearing up and spinning off
Evidence-based and meaningful
Poetry from his soul.
When reading these poems
Two core themes will pop out:
Death to America is back
Chicken Supreme is back.
Some people may experience
Symptoms such as
Shaking, sweating, nausea, or
Feeling angry
Feeling silly
All this is to be expected.
My stunt double
Dude’s lost
Skiing untracked powder
Lost in the wilderness
Of trying to reconnect
With his most authentic self
Concussed by the terms and conditions
Pommeled pneumatically
Pinball bumpers, pugil sticks
He still has the first rug ever
Pulled out from under him.
In search of the ethos
Un mémoire
Un élan vital
Par excellence.
Hecho a mano
Al pie de la letra
Y de cabo a rabo.
Pamphleteers and interface teams
From the church Jesus attended
Waves of charming butterflies.
A mother feeding her kids
Amidst rubble
Steam rising from rice.
Live fan footage
Sponsored at age ten
Claiming half-pipe gold
A 12-stack stairway
Kid’s just beast
Pointed ears and furry feet
Got the clip OTY
Forget what you’ve heard
Twenty-first century civilization slaps.
© Copyright
2026 Randy Stark
Friday, February 20, 2026
last seven lines from poem 14 in Richard Foreman's book "Slice"
I gobbled
swallowed
not scared, not free
not particularly me
That’s how I got where I am now
not particularly.
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