This morning I find myself cataloging slides that I bought at the barn sale a few weeks ago... it's very interesting - I find myself having flashbacks to my childhood and all the crazy car trip vacations my father took us on when I was young. (and a little less skeptical and jaded)...
Last night we had a bonfire of bad poetry - I must say that I am pretty good at writing bad poetry...
it comes naturally... I wrote it on big paper to make it even better...
Here is my masterpiece
Ode to a Russian Visiting Artist
L - is for the look you gave me when I explained the term safeword to you.
E - is for the eternal fire that burns in my loins for you.
O - is for the shape of your balding head that reflects the light of my lusty gaze
N - is for knowing that you will never be mine
I - is for the ice now in my heart.
D - is for death, which will be the only thing to cure this broken heart...
Leonid - What we had was only a glance, but for me it was a lifetime...
I may have a new career in bad poetry...
More later...
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