1d
preface
yup
this is #99, & when it’s done,
another winking title will pop-up,
be
recorded, reordered, and reported
out to you,
and that old drinking song will~still
be justified with words adapted to
sing out of & about~no~doubt them
emotional rhythms traversing my
blood stream that inhabit my
thoughts and causes, visions and
curses
poem
a gray cloudy xmas day, and home alone
by my-choice, which is a potpourri of
caramel popcorn vinegar and vital vitamins,
a metronome of verbosity and to counter~~
attack these insidious moody blues, select my McIntosh mug with a Winslow Homer painting of East Hampton Beach
yup,
this is no. 99, in my file of
working scribbled potions, ,
which like my porcelain lipped mug,
is brimmm-ing filled too,
with phrases~tastes,
accompanied &harmonized,
with a mug up-to-the-top
of circularity spooned, steamy fine
Blue Mountain coffee,
colored beautifully creamy brown
by a quarter cup of
Fairlife skim milk
and damnable inspired
pseudo-dissatisfaction
apology
for rambling but it’s
a rambling day, and just going
with flow, and the east river
ocean bound current strings chains
of molecules, words, randomly
planned and planted, and lined
up to take stolen sips of coffee
breaks, indoors-inside my coffee cup
mind
****
got lost and now forget what
this poem was to be announced~about,
thus #99,
version b., will re-main on
the list, awaiting refurbishment, and
more, sigh,
*coffee
yup
this is #99, & when it’s done,
another winking title will pop-up,
be
recorded, reordered, and reported
out to you,
and that old drinking song will~still
be justified with words adapted to
sing out of & about~no~doubt them
emotional rhythms traversing my
blood stream that inhabit my
thoughts and causes, visions and
curses
poem
a gray cloudy xmas day, and home alone
by my-choice, which is a potpourri of
caramel popcorn vinegar and vital vitamins,
a metronome of verbosity and to counter~~
attack these insidious moody blues, select my McIntosh mug with a Winslow Homer painting of East Hampton Beach
yup,
this is no. 99, in my file of
working scribbled potions, ,
which like my porcelain lipped mug,
is brimmm-ing filled too,
with phrases~tastes,
accompanied &harmonized,
with a mug up-to-the-top
of circularity spooned, steamy fine
Blue Mountain coffee,
colored beautifully creamy brown
by a quarter cup of
Fairlife skim milk
and damnable inspired
pseudo-dissatisfaction
apology
for rambling but it’s
a rambling day, and just going
with flow, and the east river
ocean bound current strings chains
of molecules, words, randomly
planned and planted, and lined
up to take stolen sips of coffee
breaks, indoors-inside my coffee cup
mind
****
got lost and now forget what
this poem was to be announced~about,
thus #99,
version b., will re-main on
the list, awaiting refurbishment, and
more, sigh,
*coffee
12-25-24
