Labor Day Blues

The wallet is empty.
It rains, it shines, it rains again.
Where do all these used cell phones go.
Hunk of silicon and transisters in my pocket which I don't even need.
My great-grandfather had a model T but never learned how to drive it.
My grandmother didn't believe men went to the moon.
She kept onions and potatoes in the barn and milked the cow everyday.
They had a party line until the late 1970's.
I used to talk to everybody down the dirt road.
It's that crazy-kid again listening.
The one with the typewriter.

Beware the Peanut Butter Gestapo!

Paragraph 1, sentence 1 of the capitalist conduct code clearly states, " no child shall be with peanut butter sandwhich upon school premises.  No peanut butter crackers, no peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches no folder over peanut butter snacks.   Any child caught with aforementioned taboo peanut butter substances shall be escorted to isolation room for the duration of lunch time."  This means you, Hannah Montana and Jonas Brothers fans!

OK. Fine.

Paragraph 2, sentence 2 of the capitalist conduct code clearly states , "In the event that a child should leave his or her lunch at at home, that child "shall be provided, at "no cost" to child with a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich"

Either I need to read that again or brush up on my Boolean Logic

Let's Type.....

Scribble Scribble Scribble

Found myself far away from a typer but with the moment of inspiration at hand.  Here's a page of noodles, misspelled words and all.  Take me out to the ball game, take me out to the show, buy me some nachos with monterrey jack, i could care less if their coffee is black........

Sad but true

Here's a word for ya. And it's real. I learned it from watching Wizards of Wavery Place.(The greatest TV show EVER!)

hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia - it's the fear of long words(ironic, isn't it)

Oddly enough hippophobia is "the fear of horses".

Time for the typer

Noodles

Late last night, I went for a walk, down by the river near by home.  Couldn't Believe with my own eyes, and I swear I'll never leave my home again.  I saw a man, walking on the water.  Coming right at me from the other side.....


Tales of my demise have been highly exaggerated.  15 states, 12 days, 4000 miles. White Castle, Tim Horton's, Bob Evans, Chicago White Sox,  Took the Tollway from Illinois to Pennsylvania, counting license plates, getting a motel tan.  Saw a waffle shaped like Abraham Lincoln floating through the sky a'la  helium balloon.


 The internal conversation won't shut down, it's a scream fest up in my head like the Beatles on Ed Sullivan.  What a disease, exorcise the demons by type type typing.   Here's some noodles right out of the boiling pot

I've seen fire and I've seen rain

Better Late Than Never!

It's not if, it's just when...

It's just water!

It's the same old song every day

I'm not naming names...

We live in a demon haunted world

Short Timer

Two days left at this job. Wooo Hoooo!  Present company you accrue leave time 3 hours for every two months you work there.(am I in the 19th century?)  I've worked here 6 months.  Been the loneliest place in the universe. Well, maybe the surface of Mars is more lonely.   Put in my resignation last week.  Boss man told me that I've amassed a whopping one day leave time and that they prefer I take it rather than have to pay me for it.  So I took yesterday off, went to have lunch with the kids at their school.  Wrote one of these poems while waiting for my daughter in their cafeteria..  Went home and typed up a bunch more ideas while cooking supper, washing clothes, watching the history channel.  Such is the way of the world.

more words

defenestration - the act of throwing something out of a window.
infrangible - not easily broken
hemidemisemiquaver - a 64th note
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