24 March 2006

dancing with myself

when no one asks me I ask myself. & twirl around the room to music that isn't playing.

other times I answer letters no one's sent. I call them poems.

or stroke the nape of a stranger who hasn't knockd on my door.

I've been known to expose myself to a mirror.

today I ate a whole pineapple from 2 different plates. I was so full I had to take a nap before requesting a waltz.

7 comments:

Andrew Lundwall said...

sounds like me

AlexG said...

shall we dance Andrew?

Okir said...

You're my role model, Alex. I haven't twirled in ages. OK, I just got up and twirled until I got a little dizzy.

thanks

AlexG said...

& just before checking yr blog Jean I devourd a huge chocolate chip cookie.

Jean said...

the joys of synchronicity! ; )

Moi said...

What a perfect definition of the art and craft of poetry... "answering letters no one sent."

Merci!

Moi

Judson said...

and who shall say that you are not the happy genius of your household?