Monday, January 26, 2004

Coherence is Overrated

Today will be one of those days I spend in confusing conferences as a “resident expert,” keeping a bunch of very sharp cookies on track and playing nicely with each other.  I get a free lunch out of the deal, though, and it cuts my commute about in half.  I’m prepared to do what The Man demands of me.  As long as it doesn’t involve me wearing evening gowns.  I’ve gone that route and I’m not getting paid enough to go there again. 

The weekend was sufficiently productive; along with attending two parties I assembled 2/3s of the new computer desk and moved a lot of decommissioned furniture from our office to the curb for Large Item Trash Collection tomorrow morning.  The office is thus well on its way to a stunning new look, with an accent wall just like famous actors and designers have on television.  The cat wanted to add a water feature but we moved the litterbox. 

With all these exciting decorating and conferencing issues whirling around my delicate head, I’m barely able to assemble coherent thoughts.  Luckily, I have some incoherent ones that have been mouldering in my notebook for a while, and this looks like a good time to disgorge them:

They cower underneath the arbor
like a toxic mold or snake
They’ve got you covered port and starboard
you don’t have what they can’t take
Outrageous urges rend asunder
all your efforts heretofore
consign yourself as living plunder
don’t forget to shut the door
Awakened by their thick-lipped snoring
Restively they toss and turn
Insensitive to your imploring
There are lessons some can’t learn
But you can stay beneath the covers
Helps you keep your thinking clear
Just bring some air so you don’t smother
Warm the bedsheets with your fear. 

On that cheerful note, I’m gonna feed the dog, get him outside, get myself all gussied up and step out to kick another five days’ asses in a row.  As Barney Gumble tells us, “it begins.....”

that's just the way it seemed to me at 08:37 AM


I was impressed before, but now ... I just don’t have and high-fallutin’ words for just how utterly amazed I am.

Incorent thoughts collected over time—rhyming in meter—your brain should be ... well, exams like that can only be done when you’re dead.  And when that happens, you’ll hve some asshole carting it all over the country in a his Caddy.

Posted by Bill  on  01/26  at  02:42 PM

What a way to start a Monday....tres fantastique!

Posted by Miss Bliss  on  01/26  at  03:24 PM

Ya know, when you get all dismissive about your writing right before you post something poetic, I always want to smack you, so if you could just smack yourself for me, pre-post, all would be well. And how the hell does someone get “gussied up” if NOT in a ballgown?

Posted by Jules  on  01/26  at  05:00 PM
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