TOMORROW
Yesterday I enjoyed
not raking the leaves
off the lawn almost
as much as I enjoyed
not having a lawn
to rake the leaves off
of (I live in a condo).
I'm pretty sure I'll
enjoy not painting
the kitchen tomorrow
even more than I enjoyed
not painting it last
year about this time because
another friend had just died.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
NEXT WEEK
On one of the numerous
occasions when I was not
kidnapped by Indians
I came across an article
entitled "No, Not This".
I didn't read the article
(for reasons that should
be obvious) and have continued
not reading it to this day.
Yesterday I didn't die again.
I may not tomorrow either,
though tomorrow is, of course,
purely hypothetical. I'm planning
to not visit Mars again next week.
On one of the numerous
occasions when I was not
kidnapped by Indians
I came across an article
entitled "No, Not This".
I didn't read the article
(for reasons that should
be obvious) and have continued
not reading it to this day.
Yesterday I didn't die again.
I may not tomorrow either,
though tomorrow is, of course,
purely hypothetical. I'm planning
to not visit Mars again next week.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
RETIRED
My friend John, a retired
homicide detective, said that
he and his partner were sent
to investigate a complaint.
A woman had called to report
that her next-door neighbor
hadn't been seen for days
and that her dog was making
a lot of noise from inside the house.
Forcing their way into the house,
my friend and his partner found a woman
dead on the kitchen floor, her dog
having eaten what John lovingly
described as "the best parts of her".
My friend John, a retired
homicide detective, said that
he and his partner were sent
to investigate a complaint.
A woman had called to report
that her next-door neighbor
hadn't been seen for days
and that her dog was making
a lot of noise from inside the house.
Forcing their way into the house,
my friend and his partner found a woman
dead on the kitchen floor, her dog
having eaten what John lovingly
described as "the best parts of her".
Sunday, September 12, 2010
DEAN GETS ANNOYED
What annoys me most is the number of dead poets out there who are still breathing. No, I'm not saying what you think I'm saying, and, yes, that's exactly what I'm saying.
INADVERTENT
I once walked a mile in someone
else's shoes before noticing my
mistake. I immediately turned
around, retraced my steps, and
replaced the shoes outside someone's
door. It could have been anyone's
door, I guess, but it wasn't. It was
someone's door. The
shoes had been left there
for someone else to shine.
I wasn't someone else,
so I didn't shine the shoes.
I just left them there,
outside someone's door.
I once walked a mile in someone
else's shoes before noticing my
mistake. I immediately turned
around, retraced my steps, and
replaced the shoes outside someone's
door. It could have been anyone's
door, I guess, but it wasn't. It was
someone's door. The
shoes had been left there
for someone else to shine.
I wasn't someone else,
so I didn't shine the shoes.
I just left them there,
outside someone's door.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Paul Hoover
Paul Hoover, one of my two favorite poets and a long-time friend, has just won the Frederick Bock award for a group of poems that appeared in the June 2010 issue of Poetry Magazine. Congratulations to Paul. The poems are great!
Monday, September 6, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
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