Q ~ What poet was known for going off topic into tangents during conversation?


A ~ Divirgil

There is an old saying that says first impressions last a lifetime. There's another that says it's unfair to forget about all the other impressions.

I was blabbing with some birds the other day, a few barn swallows and a sparrow, about this, that, and the other. Then the subject of color came up. Basically racial identity and how we identify ourselves alongside our co-brothers. This part of the convo stayed light-hearted until I pointed out humans have far fewer skin colors compared to birds and their higher variation in feather colors. They all agreed, but then one of the barn swallows poked that, although, yes birds come in many color variations, but people should stop attaching false truths to specific bird colors. They all looked at me with almost icy, dissapointed eyes. I didn't know how this all was related to the amount of bird colors, but I went along, half determined and half flustered. Before I could even give my two cents, the sparrow jumped in and asked me if I thought dark brownish black was a color of hope, joy, and love...and I said no. He then said, "no it ain't, and you no why? Cause it's the color of (expletive)!" And I just tilted my head up, then down at a slow, tilted pace with a wry grin to confirm. "Well", he asked, "then why do people think doves are so special? ".

Reaching Doctors

All taken and all scraped there is a vine twist
We shed out noise and our boys to a higher elemental doctrine, there on top the blueberries
Writing scripts and shredding Rx
Do we have a vision for it? Or, have we no vision?


It's up to the anesthesia and broken weepers
As the thread is needled and we scope our cotton paintings
A man arrives
Glued to his sheets with fuzzy earplugs
He knows what's best, and sometimes, listening is all we can do, or all we do do, and it happens

I like finishing things I haven't started. It's easier and faster and more enjoyable, because the stress is X'ed due to not having to start or carry out the process. Doing things takes way too much time...for now, I'm happy with finishing.

If I fronted a college, alternative rock band in 1985, during the reign of Midwesten/Southern Appalachian U.S. undergound bands that would later become known as the orginators of "alternative rock", I would use these lines for a chrorus in one of our songs. Probably track #3, because it would be the song to carry you through and onto track #7, our hopeful single.

"There are times I
Start to wonderrr...
Who I am, and
Who I w-ant to beee..."

There would then be lots of mandolin, snare, and humming.

Q ~ How many tuna does is take to screw in a light bulb?


A ~ Tuna half.

I wonder if the average person knows there is no such thing.

Q ~ What did the patient say to the doctor when he was asked what part of his face should be evaluated first?


A ~ Eyesnnose, you tell me, you're the doctor.

Imagine thirteen, or maybe more, sheep spread and scattered throughout a straw-covered area, not really a field, but more of an area, and there are kids holding each others' hands in perfectly arranged circles and squares and heptagons (they are practicing for the first geometry "pop" quiz that was supposed to be a true pop quiz but it was announced by accident by the teacher), and there's an old, but for some reason not rusted, cannon (because most of these areas that aren't fields have cannons or other noticable weapons and I think people accept that it was a revolutionary battleground or something like that) next to midday fires cooking hotdogs and beans and melting syrups for ice cones that will be eaten throughout the entire day, but mostly eaten after playing badmitten and  karaoke that some people joke will be the first ever outdoor karaoke singoff, even though it probably won't be, but doesn't matter because these kinds of events do not require you to think twice about making jokes.

I want to check that imagination out.

Q ~ What did the cabby do after he shot his prize-winning buck?

A ~ He took it to the taxidermist.

Apex Flingshot

The tired Peter drips off to sleep in his vest; his tight-knit polyester Venecian vest
His legs knotted
His eyes drooped
His stomach filled
With the best parts of each left without him
And the weakest begotten from the ashy torpedo loopers

Dry it out and calm down
His old, wet desire is washed and coming up around the bend
It's like black and brown molasses
Not thick, but thicker

Just when you think you are halfway home, a tattered bulldog approaches you, barks in a grumbly way, like he has a furball, even though that's more associated with cats, but that's what it sounds like, and says, "you've been home the entire journey, but you'll never be there and you'll never see your home, but you're there right now".

I feel good, as if I could run marathon after marathon. Or at least a mile of the first marathon...

I am accidently using bold, and not really sure how the text became bold, ha, but it’s ironically wonderful as I wanted this part to be meaningful. Have a good day.

If I could go back in time I probably would not be able to decide where or what era, so I think I’d end up selling the go-back-in-time privilege and the money I got I would use to finally buy 100% wool socks and a robot that only functions to make me donuts.

Why have I bothered with over-eating, or drug use, or Scooby Doo marathons when I could've just eliminated my insecurities?

"If this is all then it's all pretty darn good", said the beaver.

"Maybe", snickered the groundhog, "but just because life is good doesn't mean you can use me as your replacement log for log running."

Inner Lessons

* Drastic change is impressively wow
*...always gravitating toward the familiar you are
* If this is all we've got then golly gimme more!
* Mistrust in the paranoia leads me speechless
* Learning is in the past if to be ahead

What are the parts of fans that swing and rotate called...? I didn't have that as a word in third grade vocabulary. I can't think of it...is there a word? It's making me nervous not knowing. Fans are so intimidating as it is; when they're tunred on they are beasts. So, I won't ask them. Not that it's vital knowledge, but I have the feeling the fan across the room is staring and if he jokes about me not knowing, I would like to come back and say I do know. Mostly because I don't like conflict - especially with fans.

Q ~ What did the doctor say to his daughter when she said she was sick and wanted to stay home from school?

A ~ Fibro my algia you're staying home!