Is it a bored keyboard or me
who drops all those letters and transposes others
from my chiming time before the one-eyed
no-longer analog nor perhaps even log
by which we yester-monkeys beat our please
(and pleas)? And Word Press makes it
cultly diffil to detach such missed-musings
and put all to rights (or some think lefts)
with so many other applications of mayonnaise
to ponder I will leave that questions and answer
to no others nor self…I’m off to scathe
and if by chance do dishes left tubward because
some are just three-big for the twin sinked kitchen
and I like the view better from the open blinds
the Lady Palms forresting their sandy patch of Southfacing
windbreak that keeps such tight company with itself.
But mostly it’s to swag my way through lunch
before the yester-chores forgotten in the face of a newbook
almost a teenage crush to ignore all else instead to read
instead of soap and spash and mayhap prepare for winter
again on its mend from a spring-n-summer mostly January.
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