And I don't care either.
Thirty days and counting. And pecking.
Eating grass and pooping. They does it, geese.
Everybody needs a thrill.
These poop on everything.
Bush darkness nears the windows.
Even at midday. As winter creeps in.
I think we need to take this in context.
Whatever that turns out to be.
Chlorophyll meets concrete.
We think we know who won this time.
In the old familiar way.
Which is still strange.
Is ramping up.
Along the season's edge.
Feet on the sky.
Today I'm that. Kind of guy.
Cannot be found here. Which is a comforting thought.
Today is Saturday, October 22, 2011, and that's all we can say for now.
Cannot be reduced to a formula.
Oct 21 says this. I say I dunno.
That's pretty cool.
"Go toward the light," they said.
But which way is that?
With a touch of smash.
Nebba onem Otkoba sebbunteen.
Nebba else eidda. Nebba.
Tea Party Harmony
Obama Derangement Syndrome
My Job Creators
The Thing That Wouldn't Die
Rick Perry's History Lesson
Class Warfare Game
Fox News Weather Channel
Idiot On The Roof
Lying Sack Of Doors
I Was Killed This Way
Corporations Are People
Bachmann Gets 'Em Over Guys
Looking for something.
Which, of course, I still haven't found.
A warm autumn period.
Following cool weather. Plus offshore flow.
October 14 is like that.
'S d'way it goes.
Round here. Today.
No end in sight.
They're falling like leaves.
Buddies at repose.
As I walked by.
The fall lineup.
Hitting the ground. But not running.
Getting closer to that day.
You know which one. That one.
Blue. Delight. In the light.
Of dying leaves. Fallen. From dying trees.
On my way.
To the Grey Havens. I wish.
I never quite could get the hang of Thursdays.
Like Arthur Dent. Time for a beer and a nap.
As they always do.
Overlapping and running into each other.
Ten four, can't take it any more. La-la-la-la.
Someone tell me to quit whining, 'K? Hey?
The ith day of the jth month. Whatever.
They're all running together at this point.
The return to gravity-bound two-dimensionality.
Leaves first, then the rest of us. Mebbe.
Not too fun. Yet.
Kind of wet. But colorful if you know where to look.