March 29, 2013

• Itchy Ink.

  

  http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/craigertiger/default/cat-sink–large-msg-130411199055.jpg –not my cat.

  So, I filled out papers so I make get work.  I found out I have to watch a short video before applying for division of vocational rehabilitation…you know, an “orientation” so we can have yet more useless procedure.  I parted with my frozen soup as I know it’ll just take up freezer space… better someone else’s  than mine   Idug up some references- but got stuck with a frowner of a worry from what should be thee best one thus was scrambling for a third…my last complete batch has kinda floated away.  I napped til normal people houres

  I awoke to the most irritating thing!  my computer in my sister’s domain.  oh don’t break the sacrosanct space of someone on their day off –the lighter sleeper’s snooze.  and thus picked up a book only to find I read it already.  Out comes the paper and hours of food prepared up a tad more fancy and of course many yummy teas to sip upon as I drat, don’t do the beer breakfasts nor fire up the dawn with whiskeys.  finally unable to reread yet the book as i remember too much of the style and story, out comes the paper for power poetry hour/s–anything to while away the hours before my computer is not held hostage to the don’t interrupt my day off.

  Mom didn’t quite hear me when i said I didn’t want to use the one reference not because of anything more than it appears this one can be a social nuisance in that one minute people are kind then the next they are frost-burnt 6 month old hamburger in the freezer–all the while jovially friendly with and so is this said soul with them but not necessarily you….  or to be far more blunt- someone who might not one minute have your back unless it is with knives in hand.  so mom worried about that and now that is done as I was “why don’t you honestly ask her?  She’s right here”  Oh yeah, like there’s any social out for that one.    Mom awoke worrying that maybe that wasn’t such a grand idea to hinge my hopes upon that reference…duh, thanks for forcing my hand.

   

  If you’re still awake, here’s  the transcription of how to while away hours  waiting…. Poetry.  Vommited words upon the page as it’s rather boring not having the split personality disorders enough to play tic-tac-toe with myself upon the pages.

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  Dream a dream of lube

  scintillating slides about

  hand cream just wont do.

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  within my pocket

  getting my hand ’round a pen

  driven to jot it

   

  itchy inked words scratched on out

  papers shouting out so loud.

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  colored of the mud

  jellied jewels lentil puff steam

  stone soup from once none

   

  Cumin of the tin

  Whose feet walked the spice aisles?…

  soon, some enchantment

   

  plump wrinkled sunshine

  But they were supposed to be….

  some grapes for the brine

   

  Garlic popped and peeled

  Aphrodisiac….soothes beast

  magic? Pragmatic.

   

  Worcestershire sauce

  Aromatic earth breezes waft

  poured, stirred into pot

   

  Pig knuckle…well, joint

  bubbled apart for meat chunks

  pack in collagen

   

  beneath the prairie deep

  salt of forgotten oceans

  repeat. season. repeat.

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  remember lube’s dream

  twas gold pressed from a fruit green

  shimmers and the sheens

   

  okay, I lie, I thought sleeze

  and saw my lube returned–GEEZ!

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  Nuked Soup poetry

  and Earthly delights that loomed

  duped inked sophistries

   

  magic microwaved left o’ers

  boring computer-less mornings

   

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  Lentil 3 me a Stew

  3 lbs Lentils

  3 huge Ham hocks

  3 overflown tablespoons Olive Oil

  3 teaspoons ground Cumin

  3/4 Cup Golden Raisins

  3 half gallon pails plus three coffee mugs plus 3 shooters Water (244.5oz) (more as needed)

  3/27ths Cup Salt or to taste – yes, 1/3 of 1/3 Cup

  3 glug -glugs of Worcestershire sauce (1/4 C)

  3 heads Garlic peeled

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  this is designed to sound like a concoction of mythical rather than literal measurements… it however  does work as a recipe lol if you cook your soup/stew with the lid on otherwise you may need to add nearly twice or three times the water over time…check often enough to keep water  about that level but stir often after  2-3 hours til done as it will want to burn otherwise. adjust salt to your taste remembering it will lose saltiness after chilling .  it should be a thick “stew” 

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  Popcorn veiled flavor

  Vampires sucking it soulless

  Brown rice demand much “more”

   

  Striped  flower petals

  sour cream and tomato chunk

  Breakfast Petunia

   

  A WISH CALLED DILL WEED

  peeking pickle flavor bright

  make my dish speak right

   

  So I wept for tzadziki sauce

  out, I kept it–Poor me, I was, I am cross

  stew atop rice garnished nice

  ew, lacking spice, thus tarnishing what ‘s right

  Lo! oxen eater, at the freaking loss

   

  rule one bubblin’ gruel

  sure will bubble bubble in you

  vapors unfurl

   

  five atop the three

  please your instincts. metaphor.

  arrived harvest’s glee

   

  three lucky and eight

  god, ground and you make bounty

  tricky what symbols make

   

  ooo! a lemon of form

  Squirming Purists, cringe in FEAR

  o’er spewed sentiments & more

   

  I am tasting my breath

  garlic devils, tomato imps

  Crimes & brown rice-a taste’s death.

   

  Implore – it call’s for more

  “…more.more.more. – with a rebel yell”

  roarin’ Bowie-an food porn

   

  “Air-ou?” the Fur-Face yowls

  Coiling ’round the faux stone sink

  no pet me, pet me now.

   

  nine fifty a.m.

  boring ‘s begun once again.

  a fine spring day doomed

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