Walking home. Sun was still out but the air had turned cold. Sounds of cars and trucks. Needles, fluids, rash, pills, hyperthyroidism, lymphoma, Modernist, Non-modernist, IBD, Robert Frost’s An Old Man’s Winter Night, Louise Bogan’s dreaming of a terrible beast, a chocolate cake, too sweet, Nong Thon had brown rice, a welcome treat for Dore, the vet, Cookie home after a week at the vet’s, my hat wanting to fly away with the wind, the bus came, too late, the Modernists affected by World War I, disintegration, collapse of system, society, fragmented spirit, disjointed verse, excessive vocalization is a sign of hyperthyroidism, the horse “began to paw at the air”, “we’re all women here” but who is to speak about love? Logic is part of, thank God for logic because sometimes, that sometimes the mind could travel down a straight road to arrive at, but the rest of the time, the keys, bison jerky.
