and to think i saw it on mulberry street.......

went running friday night, down by the lake through the woods, sunset magic light hour.  two or three miles away from the nearest street or sidewalk, a man passed me riding a unicycle down the gravel path. keep running i say to myself.  going down the boardwalk over the swamp around the lake, three "somethings" roll off the bank into the water and begin playing with one another chirping at me for having spoiled their privacy.  paused my run to stop and watch these somethings.  they turned out to be otters.  i didn't know there were otters in east texas, but evidently there are.  at least it wasn't alligators. i really did wonder if i was dreaming. and if i haven't woke up yet,  let me keep sleeping. if i never wake up,make my epitaph read "he came, he saw, he typed".  short,sweet and cheap.

very bad poetry, history and technology.

This is second poem I wrote in my life.  Sribbled down in  English class sometimes in the last few weeks of 10th grade.(1986).  I went home and typed it up on my Commodore 64 with MPS-801 printer using the newly released GEOS operating system(cracked version...of course).  GEOS was a "macintosh-like" 8-bit overlay for the Commodore Operating System.  This is a scan of the original printout.  I've kept it all these years along with the other (mostly) horrible poetry I've written since.  This poem(if you want to call it that) obviously reflects the public's(especially 10th grade boys) fascination with "Vietnam War" movies at the time.  Think Rambo, Platoon, etc.  I had just read the poem "I Have a Rendezvous With Death" by Alan Seeger.  And ripped that line from his poem.  So not only was I writing bad poetry, I was plagiarizing too.