Conspicous Absense
From his chest. His hands so cold
They could barely hook the worm at the end
Of his line. He lions in the morning,
Sucking breath into breath with his last pack
Of smokes. The inland heat still asleep
In the ground. Nothing but a low moan,
A little excerpt from a book of poetry I've been reading. Hoodlum Birds by Eugene Gloria, very enjoyable. The title of this particular post refers to the observable death of your very dear posts. Perhaps it is the fault of youtube videos. You draw up the screen, intending to unload the cargo of your life upon us, but are distracted by muffins. *Addition* I really liked what I wrote, but as I've been forced to use Safari instead of Firefox, I've just realized that Firefox hasn't been showing me any of your entries... Annoying... I'll leave the evidence of my foolishness above.
A loving farewell (and a wish of a good week).
They could barely hook the worm at the end
Of his line. He lions in the morning,
Sucking breath into breath with his last pack
Of smokes. The inland heat still asleep
In the ground. Nothing but a low moan,
A little excerpt from a book of poetry I've been reading. Hoodlum Birds by Eugene Gloria, very enjoyable. The title of this particular post refers to the observable death of your very dear posts. Perhaps it is the fault of youtube videos. You draw up the screen, intending to unload the cargo of your life upon us, but are distracted by muffins. *Addition* I really liked what I wrote, but as I've been forced to use Safari instead of Firefox, I've just realized that Firefox hasn't been showing me any of your entries... Annoying... I'll leave the evidence of my foolishness above.
A loving farewell (and a wish of a good week).