Sometimes, when I’ve been away,
My cat tracks me around all day
And hides my lap if I should sit–
It’s there, but cat’s all over it.
She’s very good at giving guilt,
And plays betrayal to the hilt
(If swordplay metaphors will work
With paws). The point is, I’m a jerk
For leaving her alone, but she
Is all about forgiving me.
Despite my wrongs, she’ll treat me right.
And that’s why my black slacks are white.
My novel’s underway today!
I don’t know what I want to say
Or who it’s going to be about
But I’ve got time to work that out.
The critical accomplishment–
The one that’s made the deepest dent
In banging out this wall of prose–
Is titles: I’ve got four of those!
Or, maybe five. But that’s okay,
The merrier the more, they say!
So, once I pick the bestest one,
I’m practically ‘most halfway done!
The characters, the theme, the plot,
The conflict and the setting? Not
To denigrate their value, but
That’s Who, Why, Where; I’ve got the What!
The When’s the easiest: It’s Now!
So all that’s left’s the writing….
It’s nice to have a place to go
Where fast is other places’ slow.
Big city living’s full of fun,
But I’m at home in Oregon.
USA Tri Hall of Fame
Inductees…Hey, I know that name!
And that one! Why? As I recall,
They’re just my mom and dad, is all.
Standing cramped in subway aisles
Thumb-composing lines that rhyme
And, with luck, inspire smiles…
Who’s down for the challenge? I’m!
If you’re falutin’–and, really, you ought
To falute at least once in your life, if you’ve not–
Remember: You never can have too much height.
Falutin’ is high, if you’re doing it right.
Why high, you ask? Well, Faluter One knows,
But he won’t tell the rest of us. That’s how it goes.
Talking in my sleep:
“Humans. Six of them are dead.”
Why did you freak out?