I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas.
My fingers are Santa's little helpers.
My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments.
I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn.
Sisyphus, sweating uphill.
Bukowski,
scribbling away
in rooming houses.
A river always flowing.
I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Saturday, January 23, 2016
WWLloydDoblerDo
Tonight's date...
was
so-so
love and like is flimsy
micro
alpha
radio
and
gamma rays
You're great,
LOVE(s)
you really are
but not
Today
and not
Tomorrow
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