52/108: Fluz Flaz
May. 11th, 2025 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphI'm sure I've forgotten something important I was supposed to do, and it's making my ass bite shy. The mobile phone makes one of its gratuitous bloops or bleeps and I jump out of my skin thinking this is it!!! but it isn't. I want to know, but don't want to find out. Finding out is so stressful. Not knowing is also stressful, but at least not a sudden shock. Whatever it is I wish it would get into my brain. I'm tired of waiting.
I'm also hungry and need to eat lunch, as I didn't eat dinner last night. I just had one of those flavored tuna packets and some crackers, then went to sleep and did not sleep well. I think I was worried about whatever it is I've forgotten, though I hadn't yet realized I'd forgotten it. It was just hanging out under the surface, like a shark with its fin hidden and...
Oh, feck. I wanted to arrange for my niece or nephew to pick up and mail my rent check. Stupid old guy. I should text them now. It's probably too late for them to arrange to pick it up today, but maybe they can get it tomorrow. Damn, disintegrating brain is such a drag. Fluzbluggling flaztwamples!
Sunday Verse
by Charles Simic
The long day has ended in which so much
And so little had happened.
Great hopes were dashed,
Then halfheartedly restored once again.
Mirrors became animated and emptied,
Obeying the whims of chance.
The hands of the church clock moved,
At times gently, at times violently.
Night fell. The brain and its mysteries
Deepened. The red neon sign
FIREWORKS FOR SALE came on on a roof
Of a grim old building across the street.
A nearly leafless potted plant,
No one ever waters or pays attention to,
Cast its shadow on the bedroom wall
With what looked to me like joy.
I'm also hungry and need to eat lunch, as I didn't eat dinner last night. I just had one of those flavored tuna packets and some crackers, then went to sleep and did not sleep well. I think I was worried about whatever it is I've forgotten, though I hadn't yet realized I'd forgotten it. It was just hanging out under the surface, like a shark with its fin hidden and...
Oh, feck. I wanted to arrange for my niece or nephew to pick up and mail my rent check. Stupid old guy. I should text them now. It's probably too late for them to arrange to pick it up today, but maybe they can get it tomorrow. Damn, disintegrating brain is such a drag. Fluzbluggling flaztwamples!
Sunday Verse
Thus
by Charles Simic
The long day has ended in which so much
And so little had happened.
Great hopes were dashed,
Then halfheartedly restored once again.
Mirrors became animated and emptied,
Obeying the whims of chance.
The hands of the church clock moved,
At times gently, at times violently.
Night fell. The brain and its mysteries
Deepened. The red neon sign
FIREWORKS FOR SALE came on on a roof
Of a grim old building across the street.
A nearly leafless potted plant,
No one ever waters or pays attention to,
Cast its shadow on the bedroom wall
With what looked to me like joy.
