I’m looking for a picture of me in an apple tree in my yard in Gretna. Until I find it this will have to do. I must take a break for strudel and coffee.
Inspiration wracks
cough in cough
let me out!
Spit in the tissue
Show is over, top sheet
under my desk, over
foot, where we draw
the line with a biro pen
measures the progress
of another mandolin
shaped swelling hides
under my linen
sheet settles down
dementia yanks
my chin wags
what a drag
boredom opens
the gate I sing
crazier songs
falling under
the apple tree
Stumble bum
I was then still
am angry angrier
stomping on jam
RETURN REFUND POLICY
Never surrender I said to all my writer friends, hell all artists in Manitoba hell in Canada, while lawnmowers mow and weed whackers whack my feet hurt my shoulders hurt. I am doubled over in shame I have not sent a single dis missive hell a single missile in the war against “all people (like me like you)” So there’s a webinar on Revenge writing! Wow that’ll stick them, eh?!!! Gaza is pounded to dust we, and that includers me, look away, look away Trixie Belden! Shame! Let me shout and stamp my feet but while nobody can shoot video to post in fear my Jewish friends will call me Nazi!!!! Shrieking. Shame on us as we grease our over 70 year old knuckles with Diclofenac. I need care now and more of that still to come.