A thin and palely loitering lady in pink is walking up Sleighride Road.
And I am about to report a dream.
Shortly.
Mike Maccrone reports that my taxes are finished.
Had I not reminded them, I would still owe years after my untimely death.
In the dream, and excuse me while I sip thru a straw of cold V8 in a can.
YOW is that ever tasty.
My slip-on bedroom slippers arrived this morning via UPS from ZAPPOS.
As usual I was watching movies.
For breakfast I ate cornbread with berries of many types, with peanut butter on top.
In the dream I am walking around in my new slippers.
I am in an empty parking lot, goose stepping from one place to another.
It is very very difficult.
...
I finally got the July Aug issue of Atlantic Rem wanted me to read.. the bio of Boris Johnson.
Okay, Okay,
And I got Marcy's postcard. At first I thought it was a free sample of older women's diapers, but I was not so lucky.
It was Marcy's phone number.
Yes, I shall call her now.
Three hours' difference.
Then I've gotta work on a short story.
When the idea comes, do it or lose it.
This is the akuba plant in my front yard.
POEM
Behind my mottled akuba I love for the splotched paint style leaves
is a sneaky golden flower
a killer
a serial killer
that will knock out every akuba leaf
without a sound
watch that honeysuckle do her dirty deeds.
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