I can't find my images on blogger. Just the gif numbers.
Picture file corrupt. Just like the blogger himself.
I'm tired of trying to be smart and pick, pluck and pray at the numbers, hoping an appropriate image will come up.
All that supposed ingenuity to bring up the image I want, and I get the same sleepy cat.
Cat's got my blog.
Lassitude's got my nog.
Ah well. A poem from the past when I was young and in love.
You caress the rosewood
of the silver-fretted cherry-black guitar
to a thousand life-songs
Of two lovers frisking on the bank of a life-bestudded river
of colour and light -- that other side of sound
As if to mock our inability
to mimic not only life
But steel and wood
...And Blogger will not reprduce the poem the way I would like.
But some people have said they liked the poem.
Not so much when I was in the Service.
"Hey Homer, I hear you're a real homo."
Ah well. Those were different times.
Not all of them bad.