Tuesdays...
8/5/03 03:08 amhave a way of forgetting what they are thinking.
I had another poem all set to go, but that was yesterday. Does that ever happen to you with creativity? That sort of thing where you're all set to create something beautiful and rare and wonderful, something strange and fine and new, but then time passes and it just slips past you like pudding off the spoon.
Ah, well. So it goes, so it goes. I feel a need to locate a toothbrush soon. It's that hour again.
See you in a while, after sleep has released me again.
I had another poem all set to go, but that was yesterday. Does that ever happen to you with creativity? That sort of thing where you're all set to create something beautiful and rare and wonderful, something strange and fine and new, but then time passes and it just slips past you like pudding off the spoon.
Ah, well. So it goes, so it goes. I feel a need to locate a toothbrush soon. It's that hour again.
See you in a while, after sleep has released me again.