now that sleep has turned disquieting

we slumber similar
retreat to renewal
Forty wink to nod
in necessity

But we dream
a custom reverie
of night’s daze and haze,
an exclusive hallucination

unprepared to arise and
fall into hindered articulation,
incapable to physically grip
the left side
of my reality

The photo above relates to my previous post concerning my sudden interest in print to canvas. In fact the last two post have just been extended metaphors on reconnecting, rewiring, and repurposing … like those pixels made physical above.

Since the stroke, I grave the tactile. I want a physical end product from my time spend on the computer. I need hard copies, and less time on the social media. And posting here is social media.

I’m thinking about upgrading our printer, and doing little desk top publishing things, or a bevy of new poesy collected in a chapbook. I want to feel the things I make.

PS. 110 pound dog with a helicopter tail equals the tale of curved lamps on end tables.



I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.


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