Sometimes it's just better not to say anything at all.
FRAME, AN EPISTLE
Most of the things you made for me ?-- blanket-
chest, lapdesk, the armless rocker ?-- I gave
away to friends who could use them and not
be reminded of the hours lost there,
not having been witness to those designs,
the tedious finishes. But I did keep
the mirror, perhaps because like all mirrors,
most of these years it has been invisible,
part of the wall, or defined by reflection ?--
safe -- because reflection, after all, does change.
I hung it here in the front, dark hallway
of this house you will never see, so that
it might magnify the meager light,
become a lesser, backward window. No one
pauses long before it. But this morning,
as I put on my overcoat, then straightened
my hair, I saw outside my face its frame
you made for me, admiring for the first
time the way the cherry you cut and planed
yourself had darkened, just as you said it would.
Claudia Emerson
Gadzooks! Gramercy! Lackaday!
My stegosaurus ran away!
Lackaday! Gadzooks! Gramercy!
I'll have to get a cow named Percy!
and then he went on and on and on and on and on laughing, chortling, gasping, until his windpipe burst and he had to be rushed to the morgue
Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes sir.
Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes sir.
I am back, huzzà. You may now eat your cauliflower.
(Welcome back, dròm! I suppose I took a bit of a break there, too.)
I bought a new suit yesterday. Oh, and I posted an old poem of mine not too long ago, dròm. Check it out while I slumber!
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Thanks-- though I won't be properly online until Friday, from then onwards, I will be online far more frequently, I suspect.
I'll check that poem out; in Original Writing, I presume?
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Disco dancing Jane on the takeaway crutches, walking to town with the maître D' lunches.
(Yep, Original Writing.)
"Sandwiches were invented by Earl of Sandwich, popcorn was invented by the Earl of Popcorn, and salad dressing by the Oil of Vinegar."
All's well that ends well, huh?
I watched Wings repeats and country music videos all night long.
(Hi dròm!)
Rock the town like a moldy crouton!!
(Hey, Smog! I'm back online for good, now, hopefully...)
Dreams are like fish...
(Sweeeeet.)
Icicles light my tongue when I'm gone...
. I've been looking forward to reading your work, Smog...)