After canceling out flight plans, trade show, tons of work, class, due to
being sick throwing up on one end and almost water out the other,
a moment, sleeping, awaking before I sleeping again
I thought of a pal who can never repeat what he has just said…thus one is
not obligated to keep or remember anything I send, but in the moment.
It also solves of my dislike of “the poem of the day.”
thought of the moment…true art seeks no gain of itself.
Poem to follow