Sometimes things get stuck was yesterday’s line that didn’t stick.
This morning I find it here at the head of the class mucho gusto.
This isn’t a treatise on tabula rasa, obvs, I’m a mom, for emphasis:
she planted her palms on the table and the greeny flowers quaked.
I know you, I once thought, but in thinking the risk of dwelling
in dwelling the risk of rent, in rent the risk of great emotional pain
and feudal society, royals, nobles, feline supremes. With alarming
efficiency the cats in chase clear my desk of last year’s receipts
Carma Coffee Highway Toll Administration The Future Holiday Station
Reverie May Day The Red Queen Anne Boleyn as the Green Knight
A gust a series of grays early spring’s ugly and unsettled
what doesn’t root flies away–a finch, a guest, a feeling
like the one that’s sustained me for so long. I give it a black canoe
for the fluid accumulation of days and their mists of dissolution
A Gust, A Guest, A Feeling
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There haven’t been enough studies on the Carma Coffee Highway Toll Administration’s effectiveness to date! It’s an honor to read this because I often feel stuck too.
If T. S. Eliot were still around, I would CHALLENGE him to write some long-ass Wasteland thing with Red Queen Anne Boleyn as the Green Knight. And if he wouldn’t do it, I’d get Freddie Mercury. He would definitely do it. Better.
I am stuck right now! Post-earthquake!
LOL I like this gauntlet. Wait, earthquake, what??? In NY?
Yeah, 4.8 on Friday, 10:23 am. Could HEAR it.