Remember back when I said (below I believe…it’s not like I actually read this blog too, so cut me some slack) I was going to post something soon? Well, guess what? I lied. Sorry about that, but all things considered, this is something.
going to update this blog soon. Until then, here’s apicture:
depth is an allusion I can ill afford
like putting your hand in a fire
at twilight
there is something romantic about it.
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Late evening, the world gets up and stumbles around a bit…
I’m thinking of a girl I knew in Paris.
Was there ever a Paris? Brown eyes I remember yes, but a Paris?
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There is/ where this all rings true/ no real light
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Circumstantial evidence against the promise of an undoing.
Too much filament in the lamps
One gets dreamy around the edges
takes on new indistinguishable shapes
the heart of which pumps fuel like blood
through an already disappearing vein.
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I’m better off then I was this time a thousand years ago.
Already the bones are filling up with sand
a sun somewhere overhead needs to be put out
of it’s misery.
I’m tired and need to unfold myself.
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- For nearly thirty years I lived under an assumed name, yet I remain unassuming.
- I once fought a cage match with Don Rickles.
- I took out a personals ad and answered it myself; it didn’t work out.
- My work on the Manhattan Project is still a state secret.
- I’ve climbed the Matterhorn.
- I always carry a .44 slug in my right hip pocket. I found it in a mens room at a carnival on the Jersey shore when I was 16, I’ve always thought it would one day bring me good luck. I still have hope.
- I have a reoccurring dream wherein I have been elected pope, but the pope hat is too big for my head and keeps falling down onto my shoulders, and it is really heavy and no one will lift it off me.
- As a child I had stigmata
- I’m worried that my love of the bourgeois interferes with my passion for the proletariat.
- I want to have a sex dream about Kafka.
- Everywhere you look was once a sea.
- I’m afraid.
- If you were to remove my skull you would find another underneath, and another, and another. A series of skulls, and fog– lots of fog.
- I invented the French kiss.
- I once worked for a man who would go from town to town selling strophes. It was my job to sit in the cart and keep it from blowing away.
- I was the first theorize a fifth state of matter.
- I hold forth my thumb to blot out the world.
Probably my all time favorite (it may be a tie with What’s Opera Doc?)
So after four nights of trying I finally out smarted the marsupial in question. I don’t think he was too happy about it, but hey life is full of disappointments, even for opossums. Thankfully I found a home for him (I’m calling him a him. I have no idea how to sex a opossum, and him is correct grammatically [yes in a very patriarchal way]). So thanks to Sherry for providing him fresh garbage compost and a yard that should be suitable. On a side note if you look at the pictures closely you will see that Asheville City Council candidate Gordon Smith seems to have already locked up the caged marsupial vote (Dear Carl Mumpower I am sure the rabid raccoon vote is yours for the taking).
godspeed, Fred (I named him Fred).
