I rise in a poet’s quest for something that maybe involves vodka. The bed lays rumpled, but only from a book and the Sunday newspapers, and a long night of free associating ideas with a chopped and channeled Chevrolet mind and a Sony voice recorder. Later I will ordain the ramblings by writing them down – then maybe wait for the Spring to raise the ante on excitement. Finn the cat watches seagulls and pretends he’s Chekov. We remain calm.
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The secret word is Weekend
Spooky picture. Skeletal face in the window.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of raising the ante...
ReplyDelete"Police have just announced to the crowds inside the occupied State Capitol of Wisconsin: ‘We have been ordered by the legislature to kick you all out at 4:00 today. But we know what’s right from wrong. We will not be kicking anyone out, in fact, we will be sleeping here with you!’ Unreal.”
http://understory.ran.org/2011/02/25/breaking-wisconsin-police-have-joined-protest-inside-state-capitol/
Very spooky picture. Something has left its brain under the pillow on the right. It is beginning to make its escape.
ReplyDeleteThe bed has everything but a horse's head.
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