Sunday, August 28, 2022

On Doing Nothing

 I can't read or write all the
time my eyes give out
closing them fall into reverie
going over random wording
might be letters or smething
I'd like to say to someone
now that I have nothing to do
I need to practice doing nothing

Thursday, August 18, 2022

Quite Mad

 they will buy your butter
if you churn it fresh cream
we never had before I
wanted cheese and pasta
enough is more than we
deserve but thank you
have another deviled egg
come again if I am here
after that something else
you think as if there were
a future knowing the past
is over and forgotten
so that's the way it goes
da-dum da-dum da-dum
driving you quite mad
if you think of it that way