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Sunday went pear shaped. It collapsed like a soufflé when the oven door gets slammed. It got knocked out like a bird that mistakes a window reflection for the open sky. In short, it turned to crap. My transportation got disarranged and I never made it to the stores, and then while I was waiting to not go shopping I fell asleep on the couch and woke up groggy and disoriented as dusk fell on a day too warm for so early in the season. In the immortal cliché of dozens of thwarted small-time hoods in dozens of B movies from the first two decades of talking pictures, I should of stood in bed.
But I couldn't of stood in bed because the cat wanted fed, and the television I'd fallen asleep watching wanted turned off, and then the water wanted to come out of the pipes as a shower, and the laundry I fell sleep before finishing last night wanted to be dried and folded, and by that time I was too wide awake to get back to sleep until afternoon turned my plans into the aforementioned flattened soufflé. I was doomed! Doomed, I tell you! But I guess that will teach me not to fall asleep in front of a television while watching low budget films noirs.
So this. I have to find something to post as Sunday Verse, so I've been reading poetry but everything I read wants to drag me off into the sultry woods of despair and devour me. After a pear-shaped day must I now become despair spoor moldering in the dark night? I won't have it! So here's just this:
( Sunday Verse )
On the bright side, the Big Rain the other day rejuvenated a few of the frogs, so now I can go out for a while and sit in the no-longer-quite-so-unpleasantly-warm night and listen to them croak. I'm pretty sure they are making more sense than I am. They are undoubtedly happier.
But I couldn't of stood in bed because the cat wanted fed, and the television I'd fallen asleep watching wanted turned off, and then the water wanted to come out of the pipes as a shower, and the laundry I fell sleep before finishing last night wanted to be dried and folded, and by that time I was too wide awake to get back to sleep until afternoon turned my plans into the aforementioned flattened soufflé. I was doomed! Doomed, I tell you! But I guess that will teach me not to fall asleep in front of a television while watching low budget films noirs.
So this. I have to find something to post as Sunday Verse, so I've been reading poetry but everything I read wants to drag me off into the sultry woods of despair and devour me. After a pear-shaped day must I now become despair spoor moldering in the dark night? I won't have it! So here's just this:
( Sunday Verse )
On the bright side, the Big Rain the other day rejuvenated a few of the frogs, so now I can go out for a while and sit in the no-longer-quite-so-unpleasantly-warm night and listen to them croak. I'm pretty sure they are making more sense than I am. They are undoubtedly happier.
