I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[the mingo]

Trapped ?????????????????????????????????????? Jump the hell UP !

[the mingo]

or down ...

[the mingo]

or clean the fuck over - I'm kinda petered out ( ? ) is that a word? Petered I mean.
As a matter of fact can a woman be petered out ? can ya tell I might be feelin' a little snakey around the edges ? Saw a moth in the hallway tonight at work - he had been stepped on - I thought about having an existential conversation with him or her about their situation but that kind of thing is all in the timing.

As in petered.

the use of certain words in certain places has always fascinated me and sure, it's pitiful but so is Italian bread with peanut butter, which i just had btw. One of my favorite phrases is; " I feel like I've been 'et by a coyote and crapped off a cliff."
I heard that one in a movie.

I hear lots of things in movies. I had haddock for lunch today. Not in a movie.
I really ate that piece of fish. I disappeared that fish flesh with my mouth.
I've never disappeared white rabbits with my mouth. Uh-uh.

I'd rather stick needles in my eyes. And yes, I heard that in a movie.

"Flatter than hammered shit" - HBO series, Deadwood.

Potted two trees today that had been pulled off the cliffs lining the Black River the weekend before last. Northern white cedars. A couple of little ones. I read that there is a northern white cedar somewhere here in the great state of Yew Nork that is 792 years old. Wasn't a white person to be found in either north or south America when that tree began growing. Just scads of Indians and the wind in the grass.

Another 792 years and who knows ?
'Nite, Doll.

[the mingo]

Ps - I'm pretty sure we're all trapped. puts into perspective what an old Japanese poet once said,
" Have all the fun you can. "

[SadLuckDame]

you are funny, mingo.
I don't mean trapped in such a trapped fashion, I only meant it as in I'm stuck in studying this book. One time I was stuck in the illusion of wearing red, the red dress. It took me forever to get away from the image. This image now is on that page. He goes on to discuss the white whale, shark, the polar bear! He even brings revelations into this requiem chat. What was it that scared a man.
I just wanted to take that and change it up a bit

by introducing a new image of something other
the tricky, the elusive but gentle
the rabbit, the albatross.

The gray.

I liked hearing about your moth. That is gonna treat me today.

[SadLuckDame]

You're petered? What ya got getting your going, mingo?
Something's snapping at you? I know what you mean about it. I try to mention what books I'm reading after I write a poem, because it prolly suggests.

[SadLuckDame]

Had a lot of dreaming lately. Last night's was of interest. I fell in love with this prostitute, I think she was because her customer was there. Anyway, I was loving her up and noticed that though I was to be the guy in the role, I still had all my womanly features, figure. It distracted me long enough that I started laughing to myself in that position. But, I shrugged it all off.

Dreamt about big ugly spiders a few nights ago. They were playing tricks. If there was a noise outside, then they'd peep their-selves out of the ceiling tile 'inside' to have a look around. I was trying to kill them and noticed their responding, so I tried to time it just right to the outside noises.

Dreamt about getting a guy's love who was wearing a very vivid blue (and red) superman shirt. He was speaking to me about it as if it made him dressed up, tidy and like putting on the suit and tie attire. I smiled and laughed within, thought it was really cute. He gifted me a keyboard that was travel sized.

[the mingo]

it's an ultra curve when you go to dreaming - i have to follow it way out there it's almost a drift the way i do it ... the wheel in my hands like telegraph wires across south dakota 1869 with messages passing through them but i sit on my pony under them and only hear the voice of the wind the way the wires cut it around to whistling -

a superman shirt ? .... that's mountainous with prostitute man parts opposite my breakfast a symphony cup of coffee with threads going through it everywhere from my grandmother's grandfather's time when there were cougars in these parts o & that travel sized keyboard is rich - rich i tell ya ... the neighbor is using a circular saw that high whine that high whine that circle blade going so fast he knows about that but knows nothing about this because this edge is my own & its clean the way my uncle taught me it should be ...

the women are singing who gather in the corn ... i can tell truth - i am capable of lies - words are my slaves & make victim of me even as i strike the blow with fire & showers of sparks scattering up in the night ...

all i can say is ... it's radio -

& my tracks are here beside the stream to read ...

[SadLuckDame]

And you like to be here reading with me?

[the mingo]

I do at that.

[SadLuckDame]

I don't mind lies, costume, custom, story and traditions.
I likes colorful.

I just wanted to know if you've invested in my friendship.

[the mingo]

Invested ? Wrapped tight in it is more like it.

[SadLuckDame]

Today we can go here.
I wanted to then, but some things are better left to wait for.

[the mingo]

All those swan boats floating I expected to see some of those hot looking elvish chicks hanging out - not even one! Bah ! Does Galadriel have a sister that you might know of, maybe one of those dark woodland kinda elves. O yeah!
Thx, Doll.

[the mingo]

Home from work, munching triskets & swiss cheese. Check out the pic over on Jack's log - stop ya in your tracks. My turn - how are you invested ?
'Nite, Doll.