INTENTS UNDER PRESSURE im arriving home fairly late. 16 minutes. thats all i have left on this Sunday night of a long weekend to crank out my self- imposed obligation to write my daily verse dose before the time stamp here on Facebook makes it April 7 and the start of what i always call my new work week. So i pull into the thrive-thru at the poetry shack and the line is unbelievably long for this time of night, so i order a double-metaphor, a small side of simile, and my usual Shakespeare allusion. it comes back too hot, too hot as usual. 11 minutes. i could write about my crazy Saturday doing 13 half-hour massages down near Lake Geneva at a bachelorette party followed by a quick drive home to my buddy i work on every week- end for 90 minutes or so, but thats all confidential, private massage stuff (ethics from me, who would have thought?). Perhaps ill address this have to idea i had. maybe you can help. in the vast undertow of mixed- up cultural images i have this male voice speaking some line (play? movie? song?) like: I have to. My whole life is made up of have tos. Poor put-upon patriarchal figure, but sometimes, after weeks like this one i just had (i know, clock in the corner, i know - 2 minutes) i wish my life could be a little more want to (and it is, like now) than have to. But now, with one minute left i have to push the post button, or i dont get to the next pj rockwell 4/6/14
Posted on: Mon, 07 Apr 2014 04:59:08 +0000
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