LAMP

Thus and so...

The slack=shack has a new roof.

And a new table, and a corkboard

and a rack for my shovel, broom

and pitch=fork. Such wondres to

perform by public werkers in my

short absence! They must like

having me around. OR, maybe

they had needs of improving the

site of my second Home. I'll try to

keep it presentable for them and

for the Customers. Altho~now

that i have a bulletin board, maybe

i will have to posit internal memos.

Each year, a learning of werk.

*

Rain! A cool flood from Heaven on

Easter Monday, breezy and wet!

[it kept the true yard=werkers

away.] Radio, heater, notebook...

Lunch & the things i bring to

ope a new saison. Wet like a

duck, i am all=togethre more

attached to my good employment.

Moreso now than ever, becos

Home & Werk are Equal! Each in

their own austere perfection.

A better car or haus i could wish

for in these my terporific Days.

Yet my dremes are Astounding

to which i may Awake...

Monday, March 28, 2005^

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Title: a rack of candles...

Mood: a bit dryer

Thot: "They are as glad to have

me back as i am to be back. It

just happens that way."

Good Deed: calling my near

neighbors to tell them One of

their cars has its head=lamps

on. Light! There is much light!

*

Wednesday, March 30, 2005...

Last night i went to a memorial

service at the nursing home.

I had to--it's a short walk and i

had more than fair notice.

Plus+, i remember how good

the chaplain was to me & mine.

[her name is Corinne, etched in

my book with all the other

bright Names.] I can't recall the

last time i lit a wick in public

Memory. Acolyte/slacolyte, there

sure are gaps in my public

service! As for the singing of

Amazing Grace & Rock of Ages,

i am a falsetto tenor at best.

But, like my old man, i sing in

spite of my limitations...or is

that Lamentations? Any=way,

after the proceedings, Corinne

came to me first; i resemble the

lost lamb on such occasions.

Yet my heart is leontine and

buried deep within. Aortic!

Coffee & cookies, what a lovely

hour---Hane's roomies were

surely asleep by that late time.

*

TUBES?! i could regale you

with many schtories about the

plastic lengths which extend our

brief lives; they are ubiquitous.

And quite useful under certain

Circumstances. Try looking for

one when you truly need it.

Better yet~attempt bravely to

eschew such a fake fistula when

you have doubt of its Value.

{it is important to note that

the wick of a candle is only a

tube of wax and Fire, without

which the werld could not be lit}

There you have & Thus it is.

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i saunter in sub=text and burn

brief candles for all...with

cookies Yet. ~slac~