My thoughts shoot, like dice across a split-felt mind of random, tumbling black dots decelerating from blow-on-the-bones frenzy, to craps, or roll again.
2009! 57 years ago in April I was a 2# squealing baby boy. Got a wonderful tan in an incubator. Made friends with plastic tubing, needles and tape. All of which I have zero recollection. I've been well watered and fertilized over the years, and grown quite ripe. Plastic tubing, needles and tape are catalysts for flashbacks without the buzz. Enjoy!
18 comments:
wat do u construct?
keep rolling pat
good luck
Vivid. I like this!
Too much to drink at Vegas? :-)
Pat: P.S. Richard's blog is back up:
http://richardmarkkay.blogspot.com/
I usually crap out. :)
I empathize!
Good Luck!
i wouldn't trust the dice.
good luck, pat :)
"Rll again>' Could be worse.
I always enjoy your poems Pat!
Good luck!
Margie
At least you can be poetic about it (if not philosophical).
Lifes a gamble ... take a chance!
:o) love it!
Jim, buildings.
Floots, as long as these arthritic hands can hold and throw I plan to. thanks!!
Thanks Pris!!
Vaughn, I wish!! Thanks for the link.
Andrew, I've only played craps a few times, didn't do too bad.
Thanks Joyce!!
Thanks Corey!!
Polona, I don't either.They could be loaded.
Bill, you are right!!
Thanks Margie, glad you're back!!
Russell, what's life without a poem??
Trinitystar, everyday we wake up we take a chance. Thank you!!
Good one, Pat. Definitely on a roll.
The words chased around in my mind. A great feeling, this.
This has a great feel to it, Pat.
Yeah, you never know where those thoughts will land.
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