April Showers of 1969

 

from the month of April, 1969  (I was 24)

 

          April Showers of 1969 -or droplets of some kind

                  -journal scribbles this month

Linking verbs have no connotations.  4/7

Someone on 60 Minutes said, “If we didn’t have funerals

we’d never know when to stop crying.”  4/7

Being bitter is work, also as ridiculous as being agreeable.  4/9

We love to lean near the edge; we do not fear that we may fall,

but rather that we may fall eternally.  4/10

Singing, cockles and mussels, saliva salivo. 4/10

I’m tired of having to cope with people who could even imagine me

being dangerous.  4/13

There he stood in his Florentine whimsy, spelling smile with his teeth. 4/13

Paths are clear; the one I’m on is blotched with horse shit

as far as I can see. 4/22

Achilles, your mother was extremely stupid. 4/24

Polarity interests me, and me. 4/24

Rip off a cheer for good beer 4/24

Oh ladies of the Amazon

will you please put pajamas on? 4/25

A most valuable lesson teaches the difference

between explication and impliction.  4/25

I sit in calm and suddenly fear

I might become content  4/25