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Friday, August 18, 2006

Too late for a good title, or too early

Okay, it's almost 4:00 in the morning, and I was going to post tonight, but instead got involved in re-vamping the ol' digs. I think it looks better now, and I've decided to expand the living space: no longer just musings narrowly poetic; now we consider poetry expansive enough to encompass myriad insights,experiences, writings, and life,life,life! I think that poetry is happier, now.

To celebrate and begin this new largesse, and to add some elegance to the new room, here are some lovely blue flowers that grow next door to my apartment-building.

3 comments:

saudade said...

It looks beautiful, love! Looking forward to the musings...

xoxo

CJKnaak said...

si-

Knaak said...

A quick experiment with rhythm-
on a subject I thought you might understand as a fellow caffine addict...






64 cold in the "Big Gulp" cup,
24 hot for a liquid lunch,
32 for 'sup,
now it's 12 o'what?
what's up?
it's Me,

Caffiend

rolling, spun crashing again
technical knockout
count to ten
pour me another
can you lend a buck?
now it's 12 o'what?
what's up?
it's Me,

Caffiend

can't see can't think can't DEAL
can't f e e l
just numb, dumb
brown teeth
got gum?
tums?
now it's 12 o'what?
what's up?
it's Me,

Caffiend

i broke my twenties for Th'Brown
broke my heart, M'crown
broke her's too
what's a guy to do?
now it's 12 o'what?
what's up?
It's Me,

Caffiend