words of a people aligned in their perfect order
I am St. Juan Grande Pecador in this new life;
unpredictably weeping and loving,
writing poetry and song.
so wantonly tired and worn but not sleeping.
sad that I cannot sleep next to you,
sad that I cannot sleep at all.
I think how I have loved you.
in morning and night,
I think how I love you.
I am St. Juan Grande Pecador
sitting in the sun, contemplating
the vagaries of kitchen table conversation
– Hoc Scripsi
My love,
though we’ve been married nine years now – I’ve not had enough of you,
I may never have enough of you,
I may never be satiated by your lips, your face, your body beautiful.
I want you now, I want you always – I will never stop loving you, not even at nothing.
Allow me to hold your heart forever in my hands and I shall walk slowly, deliberately so as not to disturb our ever seeded affections, our ever strengthening love.
Happy Anniversary my love.
– your melancholic man
Accomplished a lot yesterday and it feels good – warm and toasty like the hives or something. Body now a bit on the worn side and deciding what I am going to do today along the same lines. All thoughts include power tools but what I really ought to do is sit in front of the power tool that brings me that much closer to the goal – namely, the IBM Selectric III – best power tool I have.
The poem I was intending on putting up here today is becoming a broadside from free penny press and may be available for free through this blog – I don’t think it has been decided yet on distribution – So, that poem will not be appearing here today or for a long time as I would prefer it be gathered up in the published form. So I will substitute.
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the platitudes of willful resemblance 