ANEURYSM

I thought of you tonight, Edgar Allen
as I gazed at the moon through the
cataleptic limbs of the oaks and I
remembered that it was you who
started my involuntary love for verse
and it was you who first delighted me
with the macabre – how many of us
have you excited with your twisting
plots and malodorous villains – and I
wonder if you knew that what you
did then would still be living now

oh how I miss the accordian

sorry to take you away from your work, which is very cool by the way -- God loves those who give a cheerful "whathaveyou." -- one must employ whatever strategies necessary to meet one’s goals and make it sanely through the day -- i find your "pathetic, contentless" ramblings to be a breath of fresh air -- That day Max went into the kitchen and sat by the computer to email his friends -- he told them many things in parables, saying: I HAD THE BEST TIME TODAY -- All this rain we've been getting here in Oklahoma and next door in Arkansas ... it's like monsoon season!!! It stinks that I can't just clone myself so I can do it all! Nice to know someone else is up late too. oh how I miss the accordian. Sweet -- anything is better than nothing -- i just assigned an essay to my students and proceeded to tell them that i hated writing -- sometimes i revel in listening to rebellion against discipline. then i get bored with sitting on the couch and eating cookies and i go back to being productive again -- I refuse to open my box of crayons -- never underestimate the wisdom of running naked in public