co-operating

Argh! I cant believe this is not working again! I suppose Alfred is going to make this difficult and leave it up to my lovely assistant Lori to post my thoughts. I really thought my stubbornness for independence would have come to my favour. Oh well. I will keep trying and trying so I can actually feel that I am doing something. Not that I am not doing anything, it's just freakin' frustrating when there is so much to say and Alfred doesn't cooperate with navigation. Stay tuned for more bitchin' sessions...or not.
Roses are red and violets are blue. My blogging skills suck, so boo hoo for you.

Master Goal Setter

Master Goal Setter

One day I will grow up and make a decision.

Two days and I will grow up and make that decision to grow up one day.

Three days and I will try and make that decision to what was put forth one day.

Four days and I forgot what decision I had to make one day.

Repeat day one decision to grow up one day.

Repeat again on day two to make a decision to do whatever it is I was supposed to do one day.

Repeat again and again to do whatever it is I forgot to do one day.

Really, now I do have to make an important decision about growing up one day.

Really, really, really think I should wait to make that decision one day.

Day one will come one day.

Day two will come but not after day three and one day.

Frequent reminders about day one keep me from following through to one day.

Frequent reminders on day two and three made me forget that one day will come one day.

Seriously now one day is almost here and day two and three are quick to follow soon one day.

Seriously need a calendar to keep tract of the days so I can make that decision one day.

Where did I lose that one day?

Hejinian's My Life

Thoughts on Lyn Hejinian's stunning pseudo-memoir, My Life...

Reading the partial page of Hejinian's poem got me thinking how I can actually relate to this sort of writing. The writing is scattered and like ADHD and has a short attention span on the thought put forth. Reading only part of this poem brings me to the conclusion that I get it without having to read the entire book/writing. My mind is often in a fast forward tract and keeps turning focus so very often that sometimes I get dizzy trying to get back to task on hand. So very glad to read something that makes me think I am not that different after all. Thank you, Lynn.

P.S. Not sure I will ever catch up to my beginning thoughts.

Could I Be?

Could I Be?

I could be a poet because…

I am alone with my words in front of the world to observe.

I could be a poet because…

Whether right or wrong, my words have conviction.

I could be a poet because…

 My words tango with delusions and truths instinctively.

I could be a poet because…

The absurd is my reality.

I could be a poet because…

I see the world with my heart, not with my eyes.

I could be a poet mainly because...

Kevin said so!!!(I hope so)

Chicken Road

Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road? He Liked Roads.

By Kathleen Cusmano

Like, I don’t even know – tomorrow is like a few hours away.

She always tells me what he’s like.

What is to like? Nothing.

It’s terrible when that guy you like gets your name wrong, like a bee’s sting.

This is nothing like what I was hoping for.

I would like to stay inside.