the sky is gray,
with confidence i say,
portland is where i am today
#rain #portland
A consistent space to place my poetry and prose.
Lots of whimsy, run-ons please me, and end-rhyme comes all too easy.
The blowy whirry spinny thing that tempers the temperature of the logic-loving extension of my Repetitively Strainedly Injured hands has been occasionally articulating it’s disdain for dust in growly grumbling groans. For forty dollars the DELLinator will deliver a refurbished replacement replete with repair-at-own-risk revelry. Proceed to Checkout, Complete Order, oh boy, best of luck, lucky me. My laptop awaits its new lungs.
@2 months agolimited autonomy:
tanking talents,
melting muse,
forced focus,
draining duties.
so hopeful:
healthful hobbies,
hooked hombres,
inspiring influencers,
lasting love,
charming city.
for a time slacks and shirt.
without which, fired,
brokeness and hunger,
less barbecue/beer/burgers/indian (such diverse tastes!).
paused dreams pay the bills.
Some mothers are incapable of honest criticism or anything short of always giving uplifting complements; their love gets in the way.
@2 months ago with 1 noteMilton Bradley would make then badly and I am sadly nursing skin from where they slowly chafed and chapped the place between my toes the flats they smell a lot like trash and it’s a wonder flip-flops even work at all.
it’s good to have a way with things
a way that’s fresh
a way that springs
to life the lifeless melody
of everyday
of daily things
no shower. for time shower now. shower time bed. bed head time. time knife kite. shower head kite sleep.
@2 months agoFare well or your efforts might feel slighted at their abuse. “Put your whole ass into it.” Never I knew a man that managed to walk with half of one, much less a woman that looked good doing so.
@2 months ago