Sunday, February 27, 2011

SUNDAY BREAKFAST














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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4 comments:

Graeme K Talboys said...

Spooky picture. Skeletal face in the window.

Anonymous said...

Speaking of raising the ante...
"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/

Anonymous said...

Very spooky picture. Something has left its brain under the pillow on the right. It is beginning to make its escape.

Fredo said...

The bed has everything but a horse's head.