MONTH OF CHANGES

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AUGUST IS MY MONTH OF CHANGES

 

It was the month of my conception, the month I joined the Army, the month I proposed to my first wife,  the month I left the Army, The month I left the family home for good, the month I took up living with my second long term companion.

 

Something always comes up in August that involves a large change in my circumstances. I have made large changes in other months ie. quitting drinking in September, getting married in March but August has been consistent for me to expect some change of a major facet of my life.

 

May however is the month of wild swings in what we all term as luck something very good or very bad always seems to happen in May. go figger.

 

JWL

 

p.s. This is my last entry on the  Wordpress blog site

DOES ANYONE KNOW THE WAY


DOES ANYONE KNOW THE WAY

A sunny Saturday morning and coffee in my cup and my unmade bed behind me, playing with my electronic toys recharging the batteries of same and moving files from partition to partition so my platform deesn’t nag me about not having room for more virtual input.

At least when I was shooting film it seemed real but what is reality anyway. The streets are quiet for the moment poised it would seem until the next overdose and the parade of emergency vehicles screaming through he streets.

The internet hums to tunes of insurrection, war and famine as my fan blows cool air across my face as the opportunist runs against the disappointment in a pseudo democratic exercise in the republic to the South whose only reason for existence is war all the time. And a market place that puts more value to putting gas into vehicles than feeding people while the farmers watch their crops whither on the vine as a direct result of providing gas for the these said same vehicles. Who said there is no justice.

By the way, does anyone know the way???

JWL

GIBBERISH ON THE SOUND TRACK


GIBBERISH ON THE SOUND TRACK

and confused thinking on the keyboard
a day of clean white sheets of paper
without any tracks of usable thought
the brain track of thought is distracted
by mis-spelled words and disconnected images
and writing a letter to no one
a midday of laying on your back
reading back issues of the old magazines
that clutter your living space
of other writers who can at least
have written their published stories with
a beginning, middle and an end
and realizing you’ve just pissed away
an hour of your life
on the unwise fictions of other peoples lives
splash cold water on your face
rub yourself on the corner of the door
to cure the ittch in the unreachable middle of your back
and then keep time on the keyboard to the
gibberish on the sound track

JWL

MEMORY AND THE FLAT SURFACE PROBLEM

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Some days are worse than others, but the frequency does not seem to be increasing. I’m talking about memory problems. I still have an ongoing problem with people’s names the last time yesterday with Ken Bayfield’s last name in a conversation with Ken Roberts when we went for a short walk yesterday after coffee.

 

When discussing film plays or books I sometimes remember parts of plots and the actors or characters but not the titles of the books or films only to have it pop into my mind when it really no longer matters.

 

Still haven’t  solved the ongoing problem with clutter and the flat surface disease which means every available flat surface is covered with scrapes of paper books and small devices jack kinives, screw drivers, battery charging devices plus what ever I carry around in my pockets but empty onto the aforementioned flat surface when I want to take a nap and don’t want to roll onto a lump in my pocket.

 

Then there is the problem with excess packaging when you keep big lumpy boxes and plastic bags because except for the trash there is no place to keep them and have them on the top of printers scanners etc.

 

Time for a coffee and some thought about where I want this day to go.

 

JWL

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OVERDRAWN AT THE WORD BANK

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OVERDRAWN AT THE WORD BANK

 

I’m overdrawn at the word bank

with nothing to write

and no one to thank

the creative juices have drained from the tank

 

I wasn’t there when the good ship poetry sank

now that’s as far as I can go with that rhyme

and the machine is demanding

 another dime

 

perhaps another place

another time

I’ll have some other thoughts

that don’t have to rhyme

 

but for now

I’ll have to walk the plank

because I’m

overdrawn at the word bank

 

JWL

 

 

STAGGER LEE

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Stagger Lee makes his pitch.

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STAGGER LEE

 

he don’t walk so good

lurching from side to side in the neighborhood

his speech is a bit of a slur

to go with his glassy eyed stare

he flogs reserve cigarettes

to keep body and soul together

but when he talks

he talks sense

and not the usual alkies nonsense

so I have named him

after an old blues song you see

so have a look

at our very own

stagger lee

JWL

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