Not satisfied with this one, but I’m feeling really sleepy, and not inclined to do any more this evening.
Writing
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Mail tracking wackiness. Pittsburgh? Really?
Love,
Kevin
(9 May 2019)
Bookstore Poem #593
The saga continues…
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Up early and actually awake. It feels weird.
Love,
Kevin
(8 May 2019)
Minutiae of May (a poem)
One of those ‘day in the life’ things.
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
We now join the day in progress…
Love,
Kevin
(7 May 2019)
Bookstore Poem #575. In which I go to the post office three times within 30 minutes
I think I’ve stumbled upon a series with this ‘undisputed king’ thing…
Continue reading
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
And then some days you just get up, get out, and get on with it.
Love,
Kevin
(6 May 2019)
The capitalist is disenchanted with the proletariat for talking about the good old days (a poem)
A conflation of two dramatically unrelated subjects.
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
So, the whole sleep thing works only when actual sleeping happens. I must remember that.
Love,
Kevin
(5 May 2019)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 