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honore....

Posted by karen_kay on April 16, 2007, at 15:57:50

some days are bad
and some days are sad

some days you feel
like getting real mad

some days are gloomy
and some are real loomy

and some of those days
the buds start a blooming

i'm sorry you're down
but life's funny like that
when you think you're out
you've yet up to bat

and just when you think
the game's done been lost
here comes a pitch
at the bat it's been tossed

so run very fast
as fast as feet carry
to those blossoming trees
that will soon smell of cherries

take care of yourself. i'm making enchilladas for dinner. and i'm having wine for lunch (at 5 pm). it's monday and i'm allowed! and monday is the best day ever. just wanted you to know that i am thinking about you this second. (and some left over cherry wine, so i msut run very fast, as fast as feet will carry!!!!)

Re: honore....

Posted by Honore on April 16, 2007, at 16:31:20

In reply to honore...., posted by karen_kay on April 16, 2007, at 15:57:50

thanks, kk. I appreciate your thoughts and will do my best to use them creditably. Am also inhaling imagined essence of cherry wine. Aaaah.

I'm actually beginning to feel a bit better. Thanks to Emsam, if nothing else, my mood is smoother, more hopeful. I should write my "Ode to Emsam" to match yours to klonopin.

Sort of "Emsam, eternal soother and smoother of rough moods" orsoemthing in a Shelleyan vein.

Although a Keatsian vein is easier to manage, I think.

Are you up for some softball--in a few weeks, anway? Afterall baseball season just started,no? I can't be out of the pennant race yet, can I? Although my pitching arm isn't the best-- maybe I'll get to first base (if I get three more walks,anyway).

Here's my first line for the poem about the hospital:

The Hospital is the least hospitable hotel one can imagine,,
hostile inns where we wretched rest on mechanical slabs,
monstrous wagons of dreams, that convey us
to zones beyond the surgeon's scalpel.. Then we wake to the gaze of eniigmatic attendees,
bad angels who hover over our corpses=to-be...

well, that's as far as I can get. I'm not in a terrbly poetic mood today, I guess. (And I wsn't even that sick. Do you think I'm overdramatizing?)

needless to say, I don't like the Hospital.

Honore

forget dinner.... » karen_kay

Posted by karen_kay on April 16, 2007, at 17:44:09

In reply to honore...., posted by karen_kay on April 16, 2007, at 15:57:50

i'm drunk instead!

i'm a lightweight
i won't deny
i tried but a drop
and can't see out my eyes

my sister awoke
to finish dinner
she offered me coffee
i chose wine, the winner!

i should drink the coffee
and wake mr kk
for work he need gettin ready
and duckie need play, play

so go, i will go
these rhymes just aren't coming
and drinking should be done
while one is humming.

and there is a certain buzzing in my ear....
and i ain't drunk, i'm jsut drinking.

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