another Jingle Poetry Potluck Monday. This week theme being – Hobbies & Passions, Pastimes & Entertainment…
Merry Christmas
I was the only one wearing a John Lennon t-shirt
and not camouflage or distressed leather
conspicuously eying shotguns, .357s and a few AR-15s.
it was a last minute decision
to go
a momentary hesitation
to leave
having breakfast at Baker Hill Pancake House
drinking Superior or something
enjoying the company
and the plangent chorus of diners
on a Sunday morning,
too cold for hanging outdoor decorations.
and I am unaware of looks or gazes
in other directions.
– Hoc Scripsi
Not my best effort but it is all I have left today. I am not reaching for compliments as I am always straight forward about that but genuinely unsure about this one.
Earlier I wrote a mess of lines and efforted those to a nose bleeding degree. I’ll sleep on this theme and revisit tomorrow or maybe harvest something old to offer the masses.
good night, good night, good night – With Patrick out of the hospital and on the mend, I only need concern myself with fellow chronic pain sufferers. Rest well my fellows, morning is around the bend.
Edit: several, too many – probably going to delete this entire post around 3 am or in the normal morning.
EDIT: obviously I didn’t delete it but I assure you that I did rewrite it several times before the first comment.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 