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My Weird Best Love
You and your final
solutions often put me
out of reach of sane.
You drive me crazy
in other more plain spoken words.
I stand on the far
shores of my neurons
watching the dendrites gather
in weird tangled knots
trying to catch hold
of fast moving silver fish,
those pesky damn things
you leave behind as
you go on planting corn rows
or floating our car
in the dusty air.
July 28, 2013 9:19 AM
Oh what fun! And I've finally started following your blog. Cheers Christopher!
ReplyDeleteAnd it's a true story, sort of.
Delete:) loved it..
ReplyDeleteI don't like those silver fish either, but how nice it would be to float away!
ReplyDeleteQuirky delicious love...
ReplyDeleteYou should hear her descriptions of me...
Delete'Out of reach of sane' ??? I've been there for years! LOL
ReplyDelete:D
DeleteVery nice .....
ReplyDeleteOut of the reach of sane - quite a spot to be in. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWell...it takes practice to be out of reach of sane and be stable there. Sanity keeps trying to reassert itself. You have to struggle a bit to keep it suppressed.
DeleteAlas, dendrites have been the bane of many an existence. Sad, so very sad, it is.
ReplyDeleteI know, right? The bane, not to say the persecution or the psychotic plot. They are indeed coming to take me away HaHaHeeHeeHoHouHoHoo.
DeleteYep, I really like this one.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorites this week, in fact.
=)
Thank you for that, Sue.
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