words of a people aligned in their perfect order
Really seem to be off today. I am sitting and writing at the typer and waiting for the real inspiration to come out, maybe I am just thinking about it too hard. The inspira may have found me in this first draft which is now about 2.5 pages long or about half the length I imagine it at the end – might as well shoot for the stars –
ad astra per aspera
expecting too much form the muse puts a damper on the relationship and this doesn’t work the other way around.
I think that maybe that isn’t a very good post in general. Here is a ramble to make up for it.
I started writing what promises to be a long poem yesterday and I don’t want to talk about it much now only to say that my mind is in that direction a great deal and moving towards my Aunt Kate who is still in recovery from a hip break/replacement.
The poem has started with the longest lines I’ve ever written and will probably be a bear just smaller than another poem I’ve been working on for several years. Today I will sit and just write to see where it takes me.
My Aunt Kate and I correspond with the written word and she has been in hospitals hospitals hospitals against her mind but where else do you go when you break a hip? She is heavily on my mind now as we have been trying to get on another on the phone and have thus far been unsuccessful in this endeavor.
have a headache that awoke me at 3:30 this morning and caused bad dreaming all night long. I went back to sleep around four and have enough sleep while the headache pounds away making my face twitch.
don’t know what I need but aspirin, ibuprofen don’t cut it.
Today we are celebrating the invention of the zipper as it keeps things hidden in our pants, prevents us from having to toil under the strain of too many buttons while having to race to a bathroom, keeps my boots on, and enables us to say to children, zip up your coat, it’s freezing out there!
the “hookless” zipper received an American patent on 04/29/1918 and jeans would never be the same, nor the ease of reveal.
Maybe it’s the Zipper that really caused those love-ins of the sixties.
Happy Birthday Duke Ellington, you are still missed.
this is the first part of a two part poem. I don’t think I will put out the second part. This first part is perfectly fine on it’s own.
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Venus blue eyes
sun radiant warmth
I collapse into your
thighs.
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 