The Driver

The wind bent the branch down and thumped me on the head.

The tire on the Buick rolled the squirrel a squishy dead.

The spirit of the squirrel rose to climb the mighty Oak -

So it wasn’t just the wind that made the branch give me a poke.

 

In remorse  I sold  the Buick - I did it right away.

I’ve never driven anything - ever since that day.

I walk to work, I hike to town, I crawl out of the bars -

And never sit behind the wheel of furry killer cars.

 

My friends and I went golfing, a walking sport indeed.

The air was crisp, the morning cool; there was something in the weeds.

My head was down; my swing was good - for someone short and stocky.

I hit the ball; I missed the moose, unfortunately got Rocky.

 

Wednesday, 03/30/05

 

The roots of the unexpected are woven deep within an unrecognizable tangle of surprise.

I must report that as of Wednesday morning, Mr. Clement Baker remains missing.  His brother has been called in from Portland and the search area has been extended into Snohomish and Skagit Counties. 

Our local paper ran an article about the search and for some odd reason felt obliged to include all of the various crackpot phone reporting's over the past two days.  I myself must admit to having a propensity for humor and not always at appropriate times, however, I believe printing some of the reports they did was in extremely poor taste.  Enough said.

The off chute to Monday’s coastline search was the discovery made by a fellow tugger of a sunken vessel just 6 miles south of the lighthouse.  Dive teams are scheduled to resume investigating the wreckage this weekend, weather permitting.

Early reports suggest that the sunken ship showed up as beeps on the depth finder aboard the Laura-Lynn.   Bill Saunters, Captain of the tug, reported that the bow of the sunken ship very much resembles the front of a Viking Ship.  I find this hard to believe but I will hold my skepticism in check. 

This has been an adventurous week so far, and although it’s good for my Blog I think I’m ready to get back to a simple, quieter routine. 

If I get pictures of the mystery ship I’ll post them here.

Have a great week, and write back when you can.

 

ZC

Habeas Corpus

 

 

 

Rosealetta Guttenberg

the daughter of a lawyer -

had golden locks, a winning smile

and eyes a lovely blue -

but was born without recognizance

and knew not what to do.

 

When suitors would petition

his daughter for to court,

he’d clarify position

and firmly he’d retort,

 

To devolve, he stated bluntly

I expound on my position

I’ll make it brief, and then sum-up

this simple admonition -

 

The rule of perpetuities

the orders and the trust -

must all be met

and in good faith -

or tis your head I’ll bust.

 

Little Wally Klankle

a barrister to be -

said, “Caution Mr. Guttenberg

you can not threaten me.”

 

I believe your admonition

has gone a bit too far -

I shall slap you with a lawsuit -

take you up before the Bar.

 

When all the dust had settled

and recess came their way -

The point was mute - they can't dispute

Miss Demeanor ran away.

 

 

 



Now this one will join them

There are old, worn-out ideas laying about the back rooms of thought.  They haven't been used in years and in most cases aren't even worth thinking about for a second time.  They are fragmented, and without color.  They lack the excitement that sparked their birth.  They simply lay quiet, within the dust that is itself as thick as the cobwebs that surround them.  They remain undisturbed by vision, fragrance or imagination.  

Sometimes, just for fun, I wander around back there.  I kick up the dust and look to see what's under it.  Now and then I'll bend over and pick up an old idea and take a long look at it.  I’ll hold it up and slowly turn it about.  What ever made me think of this, I'll ask myself. 

A lot of them seem to be very stupid.  It makes me feel dumb when I see the little ownership tag hanging from them.   Corwin’s

Yikes.  It doesn't take me long to come running back out. 

 

 

 

 

Hiding from the cat

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(It's a very big cat)

 

 

 

 



Everyone just assumed

 

 

 

 

it couldn't get out.

 

 

 



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