my E l e c t r o n i
c pen
November came
October
28
6:27: am four days, four.
folded ear;
October
24
7:06: am in the
physical.
there's a snake on a train; and a
pony in a hat; there's a christmasy scene, flowers, all
that;
halloween strewn about, and a kid on a spider, a fish and a
bowl and a pumpkin beside her.
there's a bucket of 'billes' (marbles), the gazette and the
post,
a dollar store ball, rubber boots, and some toast.
no christmas lights work, burnt out in the rain,
through the sheers, a red blind, yes, red again.
a child and tv, the world where she wakes,
a woman, that's me,
October
23
7:41: am what october
brought.
complications;permutations;calculations;
lucky pauline, is all i can say
anonymity required
more java please on a sunday morning in montreal
stiff back; arch poots;
where are your mEpwords
well, thanks to the man in 5A anyways.
October 20
5:57 am my
body
pauline gets to say
it all
lucky her, heart and mind
"when the bee stings" your neck; in a restaurant;
and shouting at it, heads turn
what are "your favorite things", poots?
i want my breasts back, how silly is that, and not only
hanging on the wall
are we all just a gradient of selfish
are we islands, or are we as one
can we dream without our thoughts; or think without our
dreams;
burlington calling
visiting Russians, French, and Chinese
no Japanese, no Swiss,
we will model and mend PCIDSS
model and mend
lucky pauline
no coding required
somewhere...
there's a place
for us
If you can dream - and not make
dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
October 19
6:48am
thwarted mepmoments, how can i think
it's empty, over the hedge, now seven looms
and sleeping still,
there's nothing i can say here.
words stolen
girl interupted
October 18
6:40am winds
of change
October 16
7:55am
weather change
howling wind
"love that is not madness is not love"
Pedro Calderon de la Barca
October 14
6:08 am
fancy boots
i have a mep story. one day i hope i can put it online.
October 11
8:11 am
this morning, in the park, i wrote
my mEp story. one day i hope i can put it online.
i have always admired those online diarists who were able to
admit to the entire world, what they were really thinking
and or feeling.
unfortunately, my real thoughts, my real feelings, have
always been too marginal for someone on the outside, lives a
more than middle of the road existence.
October 10
8:29 am
always expect the unexpected
- lmpo high school yearbook 1982
October 9
7:29 am
alcohol diaries entry number II
"four bottles of wine?" exclaims she.
what is your point, i wish i knew, without modifying your
opinion
yes, perhaps, distorted, muddle thoughts, lack of clarity,
wakes poots, at seven am
midnight quarrels;
October 8
dreams of
the everyday housewife;
midnight quarrels;
how much mEpping, does make a body.
silence - sore teeth -
a weekend of sun
ronan keating,
ireland;
africa;
beauty,
beauty,
and more beauty.
October 7
stay hunrgy;
stay foolish,
steve
jobs
October 6,
2011
October 5,
2011
6:
26 am... the alcohol diaries.
in my dreams, the hamster escaped.
in my life, i layed my weary head at 8:37
and opened my eyes at 6:23...
opened them to certain clarity, to today, and tomorrow.
and although i didn't know what day of the week it was,
as clearly as i walked down the stairs on sunday,
my deflated physical self knew something absolutely, once
again.
and, coining the phrase alcohol diaries,
began my journey back to California.
.
October 3, 2011
6:
40 am
once
again, squeaky noises from a tiny creature, fill the house
in the night
doesn't take much, does it.
scant sleep, skansen,
no chewing today.
words, how much rests on them, when so much rests on them...
and when at a loss for them, the most meaningful sentiments
get conveyed
winter will come, this year.
October 2, 2011
7:31 am
when i woke up this morning,
it was sunday
that was all