jacsongs
I trimmed the fingernails of my left hand this morning, after my shower. Going to be playing the guitar a lot the next few days.
| jacsongs Then again, I've come to think of myself as my cat's House Human. |
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| jacsongs I wonder if folk say the same about me. |
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| jacsongs Sloths. So ugly, they're cute. |
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| jacsongs What is it about moonlight reflected in an abandoned window? What is it about half-heard poetry music whispered at the ear lobe? |
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| jacsongs What is it about 3 am which shocks me awake? What is it about tender mercies of day's duties? |
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| jacsongs Dark sky at morning. Thunder crashing the ramparts. Sheet rain drawing boundaries on 10th St. |
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| jacsongs Listening to this: http://www.rhapsody.com/drj... |
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| jacsongs It goes like a gong. It goes like sparklers chasing fireflies. It goes like the terraces of a woman sleeping. It goes like night terrors. |
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| jacsongs @tinydoctor It goes where no poem dares turn. It goes with kettle bangs and wet whispers. It goes well with white wine or vinegar. |
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| jacsongs @tinydoctor It goes in fits & starts. It goes summer sun slow. It goes with ham & eggs & flap jacks. It goes past the creosote dumps. |
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| jacsongs Walked the morning light. Sit shiva with setting sun. Drink desert sage and pepper blossoms for an honest memory. |
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| jacsongs It's muggy in my cyber cave. I'm recovering from watching I'm Not There. Greil Marcus wet dream of jugglers and foreign alliances. |
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| jacsongs What's wrong, Timmy? Has Lassie fallen down the well? |
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| jacsongs Coffee warms my skin. Clouds hover low, filled with humid promise. It's almost 5 pm somewhere. |
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| jacsongs Dictatorship in exile. Dream of the day. Loneliest room in the mental crevices. What does the fog have to teach? |
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| jacsongs I have chosen not to date someone more neurotic than me. Unfortunately, the single women I have recently met have the same policy. |
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| jacsongs Grackle in the grass. Alas. |
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| jacsongs On the whole, I'd rather be at home right now. Purring feline stretched from shoulder dimple to hip bone. |
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| jacsongs http://tinyurl.com/57alyc New poem at "Love During Wartime" |
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