Oh how fucking stupid. Lo. Really? Lo dee oh doe. La la la. Down shoobee doo down down. I wonder what Neil Sedaka's doing these days? He might be dead or something. Never mind! Write!
The heart, bedded neath its blanket of care, opening on golden--
No! It sounds like a burrito or a pill dispenser or something. I can't work hungry. What's in the house?
~one trip to the store, and fixing lunch, and eating lunch, and a nap, later....
heart cart fart part K Mart
Maybe if i walk the dog, my head will come up with something. Don't forget poop bags.
~one dog walk later~
Lo, the
I wonder what's on Face Book? Ha! Talking cats, I love those. LIKE. Oh here's that silly woman asking to be friends again. She actually posts pictures of her bunions. That's low...
Lo, the springes of the heart open under Psyche's...
Psyche? Circe? Mars? March! I'm gonna march you down the aisle! April! You're the Easter bunny when you smile! Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl--
Spring-ed heart, lo the ...cart? chart? Convenient Food Mart?
I'm hungry again. Then bed. Zac's tired. Wait, there's an "ER" re-run on. Oh wow, the guy's in a coma. That's rough. They say that waking up is hard to doooooo, I know it is, I know that it's truuuuuue... What about the poem? *yawn*
Zzzzzzz.
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for Metafiction with Kerry at Toads.
This is so funny.
ReplyDeleteI sure giggled over this:
"She actually posts pictures of her bunions. That's low...
Lo, the springes ..."
I too have recently been reminded just how much I enjoy ER.
I'm glad you posted that fabulous song. I don't think I've heard the whole thing before.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, lol, too true! And brilliantly put together. (Though, unlike estella, I think that's an awful song ... well, the lyrics. And yes, even the bouncy tune.)
ReplyDeleteThis made me grin! I love how you describe the process of writing and all that occurs in between!❤️ Beautifully rendered.
ReplyDeleteRetirement is the final frontier!
ReplyDeleteCackling. Well, Kerry SAID to have fun with it. And you did. So much fun to read.
ReplyDeleteisn't it glorious that you can just do whatever you damn well please whenever you please... or not.
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Shay--I have a couple of retired friends here in St. Louis who write less now that they're retired. It's as if they wrote more when they had to squeeze the time in.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure that won't happen to you...
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Much love...
That made me chuckle, great read indeed, and warm greetings to you!
ReplyDeleteThis adhd poem reminds me of the way I think. Jumping around from thought to distraction.
ReplyDeleteAnd thus I am handed my just deserts! (Desserts?)
ReplyDeleteI had such a laugh, Shay. Thanks for that.
Lo, the cart upon so much depends on the red bucket of chicken from K Mart . . .
ReplyDeleteYou've been following me around. This poem is absolutely wonderful! Connected with every. single. line.
ReplyDeleteThis is SOOO good. I was laughing so hard that my Piano Man came to check that everything was all right, lol. I love the progression, the wild storyline, and the ending. The ending is a real hoot.
ReplyDeleteLo(l) I would rather go with K-mart - how about Doritos?
ReplyDeleteyer killin me, girl...metafictionally *and* metaphysically.
ReplyDeleteMona Lisa with her feet up; that's priceless. You're so humble!
ReplyDelete"Lo dee oh doe. La la la. Down shoobee doo down down. I wonder what Neil Sedaka's doing these days?"
Ha.
Retirement: The Final Frontier!
ReplyDeleteNow that was funny, like it.
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