THAT

steady the deck don’t go shaking it molly

first you see a black dot with eight legs in the morning then several hours later you see it on the wall

did I mention it was on the floor previously

hypothetically speaking have you ever had the feeling like someone is poking you in the arm

hey stop that

but no one is there except noon with an even though maybe it was the other way around but forgive me if I don’t explain any more than that

delay apparently if we may call it that

jeez couldn’t that have been avoided

I STILL SAY LASSO GAZUNDHEIT

here’s to the person who thinks you’re supposed to say ewok as you burp

I liken it to when I was a youngster and people would sneeze and I always said lasso because that’s what I thought you were supposed to say

little did I know the correct expression was hey boy going to tree land this away

from your countenance counting twice as we rant and rave about the state of the situation to come

sincerely signing the bottom of the letter as yours truly meadowlark lemon a proper alias if I ever heard one

dare I say in such a way that marcel marseau would be proud to have shaken hands with tanner llewellyn driving this wreckage into port pulling up the anchor and hitting the brakes just in time once again

within earshot of hoodlums characters who take up precious space in this here tome

bless you

I still say lasso gazundheit

THIS AFTERNOON’S DILEMMA

look fellow earthling in contrast to the autumn spell here and now and I quote the record book when I convolute the soaking persona of a ten minute tail told over a cup of one sum time ago added to the symbol for boron on the chart

speaking of which comma do you care to be

this afternoon’s dilemma is just that

a growling dog might suspect that it was a combination of the two resulting in a winsome cringe

for the parody to take place then that correction had to be taken care of or we would have lost our place and had to have started over

with no apologies or simple apostrophes to give us the resolute sensation that you are floating glides your path by blowing bubbly snickers into the back of your head

after a moment’s notice glimmer back at them and say it’s payback time

to whom can we thank for owning up to this

NICKNAMES

the whistle bellows behind other signals of no particular grounding

the thermostat has no say in the temperature

when rolls up backwards along your spine and you beckon in the farm team as they stroll into town in a single digit flurry just north of the flakes that get chipped away

once the layering is done ancy as you wipe your brow wondering what makes this thing

accidentally putting the respect ultimately behind us

point little head towards nicknames such as pinwheel planet or pappy but it doesn’t count when you make it up yourself but then nobody calls you that anyway

unless you count

let me now digress to speculate on the salted sweat that comes in the night to be confused with remote possibilities that you can erase senses

in between rides on a box car that is going south out of your peripheral vision on through the faucet spitting out grimy water coated in rust meant to remain on your toothbrush and chemically merge with your brand