I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

I made it through a week of gleeful promise. The older sister’s dog went back home yesterday. The old boy is on his last legs. Since I am allergic, I put on rubberized inexpensive work gloves. He enjoys that fact, as I had never touched him until just recently. If the fellow is brought over before being properly bathed and brushed, huge amounts of cloud-like formations begin to form, as I gracefully slide the gloved hands over his body, from the head area down. So I now have to go out and chop away at the cement/grout type of caked on build up, from the corner of the brick patio area. Since I fluffed off all weekend, only the very pleasures of life itself remain. While I begin to conquer the old mortar, all of the clinging remains of a yesterday’s hold shall release me into a broad future of pleasurable experience. (You would know from my book that I really don’t finish my poems/song lyrics!)

I have such a love before, to fell it now is so much more, and now I need it once again, yes I’ll feel it come and when, I have loved this all before, again I feel it so much more.