To which I reply: Shuddup.
Hello, readers. I hope I find you all in high spirits and a relaxed Saturday vibe of some sort. I can't say the same, thanks to my fine skill for procrastinating. I've a huge paper to do, and two work and class filled weeks to do it. "But River Man.." You will undoubtedly ask "Haven't you known about that paper for about 5 months now?"
To which I will reply: Shuddup.
No, in all honestly, I've got to work on my time management. I've always relied on what I whimsically referred to as my 'last minute magic' but I do believe that my few years are beginning to dull the ol' noggin' -- 'Cause the magic just ain't what it used to be.
In other news, I received my much awaited stimulus check. $600.00 here and gone before I could draw a second breath. It was good, though. A couple bills we bearing fangs and poised to strike. I've managed to distract them momentarily. Thank you, failing economy.
Two days of near political conversation. Am I actually starting to give a damn about this country? It would appear so. Eh, the old noggin' loses one thing and picks up another, I suppose. Balance in all things, young grasshoppers.
Onward to tonight's piece... well... in a moment (my time of course) because I misplaced the bloody book it was written in. Only I can lose something that was just in my hands without moving an inch...
Okay. Somehow it was on the dresser across the room. Today's piece was written, I'd say, about 3 weeks ago on the bus ride to work. It seems it's another wrap around poem.
Onward with the enjoying.
Maybe..
It should have been
a warmer day
-perhaps.
Or slightly later
in the night
-maybe.
It should have turned out differently
of that much,
I'm sure.
And I recalled,
in the valley of that moment,
something a friendly enemy
had once told me:
"Babe Ruth had two specialties:
Hitting home runs
and striking out."
Well, it's been a while
since I've made contact
but I'll sure as hell keep swinging.
Next time though,
I'll do it on a warmer day
and slightly closer to the night
--just to be sure.
a warmer day
-perhaps.
Or slightly later
in the night
-maybe.
It should have turned out differently
of that much,
I'm sure.
And I recalled,
in the valley of that moment,
something a friendly enemy
had once told me:
"Babe Ruth had two specialties:
Hitting home runs
and striking out."
Well, it's been a while
since I've made contact
but I'll sure as hell keep swinging.
Next time though,
I'll do it on a warmer day
and slightly closer to the night
--just to be sure.
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