19 Monday Dec 2011
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I’m sorry you are arriving the day after Epiphany
But it will still be Carnivale when you return
Another meeting shall be arranged,
I shouldn’t wonder,
one Baby
deciding who will be King of Fools
for the night
19 Monday Dec 2011
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I learned a lot about color
in my years,
One of my departments was design.
I learned that the human eye can distinguish vastly more many shades of green than any other color.
In a time when we hunted and gathered,
A slight difference in a green shade could mean the difference between
healthy food
and poison.
I got to thinking about this recently
when I was teaching my husband about dying wool and silk.
He would often say, “Oh, I don’t like that color a bit.”
I’d always respond,
“There are no bad colors, just bad combinations.”
I couldn’t get those greens out of my head.
19 Monday Dec 2011
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At last night’s office party,
there was a DJ
who kept saying
he would take requests
and could play anything.
I was so tempted to ask him
if
he could play some Renaissance harp.
19 Monday Dec 2011
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YES!
DOYLE.
So true,
so true,
strue,
strew,
strewn—
truth strewn across the land of what you just wrote.
Yeah, those weeks do happen.
Quite a beautiful,
melancholy,
anticipatory time of year for sure.
Such is life,
but life continues,
perpetuates,
even if the Euro is on the brink of collapse.
Bless us.
19 Monday Dec 2011
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The sun god.
She wants the sun god.
She kissed their mummy,
They have a mummy in a glass case,
“Oh, poor little thing,”
And she kissed her.
The doctors don’t know what to do with her.
18 Sunday Dec 2011
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Today when asked my age,
I said 24.
I don’t understand myself.
Why is choosing which wrapping paper to buy so complicated?
Love is not as easy.
18 Sunday Dec 2011
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you’re like the louis xiv to my dancing fantasy
lots of waiting
and when i do see you walk past me
on the steps
or i dont
on a stroll through the champs-élysées
i faint
18 Sunday Dec 2011
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It’s one of those mornings.
My internal clock is lying to me!
I have no concept of days and times anymore.
I need a change.
Whenever I wake up to work this early, I think
What a beautiful night.
18 Sunday Dec 2011
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I spent like an hour talking to the creator last night.
I looked smokin hot.
My tasting glass was always full
I’ve never had so many compliments from strangers
it was a really good night
18 Sunday Dec 2011
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i wrote a new poem and
i am dying to have someone look at it
like itching
i couldn’t sleep
i worked on it all day instead of studying for th GRE
there are only a few people in this world
i trust
to look at this dribble
(you, richelle…maybe harry)
i’ve been listening to a lot of charpentier lately
it’s really lovel
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