I miss my girl...
now on to something less dramatic and more funny!
an old poem by your's truly from a few years back posted on this here blog!
Two old gal's gossip.
"Such a kind face..."
"I know, but from what I hear he has something a tad bit unnerving about him"
"Talks to himself, has bad mood swings... his Grandmother... you know... Sandy. Well she act's very proud of him and calls him a writer all the time but can't find a single thing he has written to show off because she's embarrassed by the filth he writes. So, usually she shows off to most people a poem he had written in elementary school he had written about clouds."
"That is such a shame."
"Still though... There is one thing.."
"He isn't a slouch in the bed baby!"
Giggling then erupts until false teeth fall from the mouths and go shattering on the floor into a thousand pieces sticky with the hot wet gummy spit of two cackling old ladies.
Well... I am tired now... and all I can leave you with is this...
"The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you."
-Rainer Marie Rilke-