The Limpskis here …. Nance has twisted her knee again, I’ve twisted my ankle (again) and the brown dog is slowly using her surgically repaired leg, but still limps or “bunny hops” more than walks … Ah, the joys of getting older.
Not much else going on. Fall is in the air. Colder (OK, Cold) nights and the leaves are turning colors and falling off the trees. Some see it as a delight, others a pain in the butt to clean up. I enjoy the fall, the rain (which is coming in a few days, according to the weather gods), so the falling leaves are somewhat of a delight to me. Though the cold nights I can do without, if I had my druthers.
Today’s poem is from 5:93, expressing concern about the world economy.
THERE IS NO GOD
there is no god upon the plains of despair
repeated the sad faced clown juggling no balls of his own
no god & no bliss he whispered as if someone should hear
misery loves company he quoted most gallantly
but he quite alone stutters a lonely
it was the hour of not quite rain & clouds smelled of urine
he checking his pants looked to the infinite unknown
no beauty in pain but he knew that was a lie
was the only beauty he would ever know perfectly
ask & you shall receive he remembered
empty pockets that graced no american express
billboards spoke elegant poverty & he listened impressively
thumbs up his nose no crack & a high that could not last
surely god has been caught with a flat on the expressway to his door
