Does, "thank you," mean anything to you? Do you say it? Do you expect it in return for things that you do? Do you get pleasure out of receiving it unexpectedly? I thank you for your replies.
It is at least five degrees cooler, today, on this part of the planet that I inhabit, than it was for the last couple of weeks. It is amazing what a difference five degrees can make; I woke up, early, this morning, searching, desperately, in the dark for the blanket that had been mostly ignored since winter time.
Writing new material is the kick. Going back through old material, and reading it, and, or, editing it is not the kick, but someday I will sit down with 28 years worth of poems, and see if there is anything worthwhile in what I have written. |
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Henry, the Great Dane, crawled up on the bed with me, a couple of hours ago, as I was descending into a nap. The big grey guy curled up at my feet, and I put a leg over him, wondering if doing that would keep him from jumping in and out of the bed, and disturbing my rest. Damn if it didn't work; both dog, and man, got a nice little early p.m. sleep.
As I was doing my bit with Mudcat, on Friday, there was this guy down front who was really getting into it, so I interacted with him a little bit..."You ready for The Revolution, man...are you going to help us start The Revolution, man...etc., etc."
After I left the stage, the young man, and I, started talking, and he said that he wanted to, "Book me solo at pubs." I'm on my way, baby! (Not exactly sure where, though!)
Mother's Finest, with rapper, Zero Basement, on board, have arrived, via tour bus, back in Atlanta. I praise my Higher Power for yet another safe trip for The Finest, and for returning Zero safely to us, after his first major gig.
Hypocrisies of The System
They can addict you to their nicotine,
string you out on booze,
but if you choose to puff on pot,
and they catch you, you lose. |
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