Finished applying for Disability and now onto the appointment with SS for the SSI – this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done and now the bees are circling – damn allergy is going to bring me inside for awhile. I’ve had to beat my heart against this wall to do it, admit that I am disabled and unable to secure work, meaningful or not – any work. There are only so many hours in the day that I can be really active and usually those are spent on my wife and son, writing and Legos. Legos are the shit.
June 14, 2011
Focus on the writing
Things are starting to get easier – I think. I may have a cold or allergies – probably allergies but the sandbox is finished and beautiful. I have to recharge the air filters on my motorcycle and truck and finish the application for disability and SSI – these are both things I’ve been putting off but can no longer.
7.62x54R
the madman levels his rifle
in calm calculus
bright cloudless day
78 degrees F (23 c).
7.62x54R forced from the barrel
spinning in terminal glory.
the poet stands, taciturn,
in the street with notebook
pencil to paper
calm calculus
accepting and falls to
his knees. Last poem penned
in darkest red.
78 degrees F (23 c)
– Hoc Scripsi
June 12, 2011
Here I am, cigarette in hand…
but the coffee is running low and I’ve a sandbox to finish building.
June 12, 2011
what is that wetness??
abrupt wake up in where I considered shooting my wife’s cat. Little bastard pissed on my blanket to awaken me – which is odd as I don’t feed them – ever. That is K’s responsibility – I clean out the litter box and pet them – one sleeps on me sometimes and is my buddy (he had never pissed on my blanket which ended up on my foot), good cat he is.
I’ll have to dig it up and finish it sometime today but I once wrote a little thing about cleaning up after the cats, a miserable job but I have the olfactory senses that allow me to be instantly reminded to get it done asap.
Having a great sense of smell is not a blessing though, I also have olfactory hallucinations where at any time I will smell something so powerfully it makes me light headed – sometimes it’s all roses and candy or chicken – other times it’s all feces and rot. I’ve sussed no pattern to it.
I’ve only six followers here – why? I only blog when I feel like it and the public is fickle, they want entertainment every day or they forget you exist. that is okay, this is a place for me to write and sharing is a sideline because I somehow feel better about it once I’ve hit “publish post”.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 