I am considering publishing the draft (what I have so far) of the Blunderland sequel here, in serial novel format, for fun and motivation purposes, as well as to blow you all away on a regular basis. Because I would love doing that.
As promised, here's another piece from A Loop Around The Sun, Vol. 1. I like this one....
Little Buggers
Thoughts that swarm and sting me,
No peace do they bring me.
Seeking future is just fantasy,
And memory’s a disease to me.
I should have thoughts, but they molest me ...
Thoughts have me instead, and best me!
They buzz like a shorted cable,
And lap sugar from my table
Where I’ve spilled among the crumbs.
(When swarmed with thoughts, I am all thumbs,
And I’m all feet, and I’m all knees,
But I’m really not just these.
I’m much more, but I forget it,
When my chattering head has hid it.)
Where do the little buggers come from,
With their endless, buzzing hum?
woot woot
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