the platitudes of willful resemblance

I never wanted to be a poets poet.
I strive to write for people, caring far more for the connection to a garbage handler.
tonight I feel the sting from the absence.
I am going to bed now and hoping to sleep and awaken in a different light.

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boo.

I am not prepared for October to be over yet – and I won’t be in two days either. Yesterday was October 1st and there was a month to go with a concert or two intertwined – once concert down and another tomorrow night, then rain on Halloween – all seven kids (including my own) will be sorely disappointed. In November and December I am told that there is something going on every weekend that I have to be a part of and most of it happens at my house. – it was appropriate to tell me this Halloween weekend as it scared me naked.

if men are from Mars and the other from Venus – why is it I have a stamp on my ass that says “Made on Titan, a subsidiary of Saturn, inspector no. 5”?