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late days in the barren park
heading home
no one there
set-back houses across the street
yellow windows
no one there
under gaslight streetlight
cold halo
hiss pale shadow
gust of wind
spindly bushes rattle
in the grey fall park
toy gun cold metal
long walk home
no one there
your web site is poop
after search for a poet
cannot view his works
…but Garfield the cat. Someone asked me if I read Garfield; I said that sometimes when I’m reading the comic page in the morning, I’ll read the first panel, but then I realize I’m reading Garfield.
On comics
– Dagwood seems to be a closeted bulimic
– Mr. Dithers is a total prick
On language
– reviewing the article about the time my mother took me into New York City, I realize you can’t spell SLAUGHTERHOUSE without LAUGHTER
Sexiest voice
– chick that says “Zyrtec” on TV
Word of the day
– RANKLE
The local newspaper had a Halloween haiku contest. These did not win.
loose good and plenties
jelly apple lint dusted
throw away later
generous spinster
gives us candy and quarters
the catch, we must sing
new foreign neighbors
apprehending some danger
keep houselights unlit
The Star-Spangled Banner has four verses, not that you’d know it from seeing any ball games. I have never heard verse 2, 3 or 4 sung in public. Verse 3 is especially interesting because it dumps all over that ‘band’ of dirty Redcoat bastards. It goes like this:
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
courtesy newberry.org
This Thursday was Thanksgiving, a religious and secular holiday Americans observe every year. What made this year’s Thanksgiving even more significant, although the fact was overlooked by the media, was that it marked 400 years since the Pilgrims set foot on this continent, November 11th, 1620.
Unlike the media, I am proud of those 400 years.
The Post Office hasn’t forgotten; they have a commemorative Forever stamp showing the 1620 date.
