Looking through my notes
of projects long abandoned.
Treasure trove of crap.
lucky in food
“You have the worst luck
with beverages,” I am told.
No clue what they meant.
at least they’re not elephants
I am the graveyard
where batteries go to die.
Fear me, yon gadgets!
habit and inertia
Why am I awake?
Once again, I ask myself.
Once more, no answer.
I still have the blues that he gave me
Jeff Healy just died.
One hell of a guitarist,
now lost to cancer.