A for Blog

The equalness of dailiness
is your fault, your glory.

When all is equal (shortbread
and software) nothing has shape or story.

The gentle narrative of happy
ever after could be boring.

Life on the fly is episodic
until denouement while we die.

Best find a shape for every day
in case we lose our way.

The best thing that happened today:
the Sallies took that chemical cupboard away.

The worst thing, I ate two chocky bix
and I felt sick.

They were jumping
jumping
jumping.

We will not fail.
We will prevail.
There will be losses.

A fourth grade girl
donates
her daddy.

They’ll be jumping
jumping
jumping.

Never diminish
the sweetness of sillies

the sisters in giggles
the jiggle of rules

the shakeup of sense into
something so sudden and true.

Sleep, sleep
my precious brain.
Repair the damage of the day.
Patch the holes
darn the heels
heal the pains
save the gains
and make me sane again.