5.31.11 A perfect morning with honeysuckle and mock orange whafting in the gentle breeze and strong sunlight drying the wet grass, yet a more perfect bafflement has me frozen in my creative tracks- too much information, too many choices, too many secret potions needed, too much beauty, a perfect toopine.
5.30.11 We are all lost and fumbling about in the explosion we call consciousness. When it's all we have we call it normal.
"Ignorance is the night of the mind, but a night without moon and star."
Ignorance ain't no better in the daylight either. Nope.
5.28.11 Maybe we should call it the internot.
Dial M for Michaelsen:
AUDIO / VISUAL
Some vision is blocked by our glasses.
There's quick and the minds of molasses.
The top of the charts?
What's "pop" to the arts?
Transcend what appeals to the masses.
One just came to me.
Some like having lunch on their strolls,
But one man was cursing his rolls.
"It's half solid meat,
But Swiss cheese is a cheat!"
It's by weight. We don't pay for the holes.
'Been baked, grilled, deep-fried and lamb-basted.
My enemies loved what they've tasted.
I know, by and by,
They'll eat crow, humble pie
And their words, leaving time they'll have wasted.
5.27.11 Geese and fish eat together on Mary's pond.Sort of like Edward Hicks' vision, Peaceable Kingdom.
5.26.11 Dames Rocket is a great plant, a weed actually.
Finally a sunny day and not a tornado in sight.
5.24.11 A little Ove might blow the clouds away:
Onstage it's a hundred degrees.
My skullcap required a breeze.
A numbskull of sorts,
I resorted to shorts,
Exposing the caps of my knees.
Surveillance has never bugged ME.
I'm not much to look at, so, gee!
Hello, quasi moto-cop.
This is my photo op.
Somewhere I'm seen on TV!
His mouth is well suited for Reeboks.
At times he's been up to his knee socks.
One night he just panicked,
This jabber juice addict.
We wish him the best while in DEtalks.
Discussions are much more preferred
To monologs, long on the word.
Some writers aren't great
In the realm of debate;
Their points are best read and not heard.
Some locked behind bars in their prime,
With lifers, all serving their time--
A Johnny Cash? No,
But I'd give a free show
For the victims of some of their crime.
5.21.11 Annmariee, Tvee and Buddyee.
5.20.11 Table 5.20.11 (no. 188):
5.19.11 "In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines."-(trad.) Even Noah would be getting excited after the endless days of rain. As much as I love rain this isn't floating my boat. People seem strangely warped from it and the record pollen counts. T:
5.18.11 Above water finally. Table 5.14.11:
5.19.11 In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines.
5.18.11 Above water finally.
5.17.11 Not dead.
5.11.11 The mighty Wa speaks from the past. (There selfs?)
5.9.11 Lead shovelest for The Pinkos, "Bigger than Jesus toop".
Still 5.8 but a T is always nice.5.8.11 Maybe Some days all things seem possible. Carl, the cardinal has been here for years. He's a happy bird.
5.7.11 YES Nice rainbow this evening.
5.5.11 NO Just felt like saying that.
5.3.11 Terrible dental stuff today. (What a baby!)
5.2.11 Instead of the Osama drama you get a Table here:and an O.V.M. poem:
Sometimes I'm so clever that I really can't stand myself. :I)
Self-taught, an ingenuine collegist,
Laid claim as one more alcohologist.
A B.S. Degree
Is no Ph.D.,
But he's one very valid egologist.