I stay in a lot. I fiddle around
with this and that. It used to be I spent a lot of time with the poem, but nowadays, with the advent of the blog, what ideas I had for for poems are now ideas
for blogs. I was thinking of cherry picking the blogs and turning them into
poems, but that sounds like a lot of work just to keep a format. If you replace
the P in poet with a B from blog you get “boet,” and if you add the L from blog
than you get “bloet” which sounds like “blow it” which is pretty much what a
poet is anyways.
I
spent Sunday alone. I was working on a new song. The song is epic, but it
doesn’t have any words, and the universe is being stingy, or I’m not listening,
what ever the case, the song is taking longer to write than usual. I took a
break from the song and laid down to read. I had the radio on. I can do both at
the same time. A play by George Bernard Shaw came on the radio. I fell asleep
almost immediately. There’s something about his plays that make me sleepy. I
think it has to do with me trying to listen. I find myself trying to listen,
trying to understand why he was so famous, and that makes me sleepy.
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