Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Joni Mitchell, bitch genius. I wanna break your lovely fingers

I'm gona write this fast, 'cause I've got a load in the wash and a hangover that's screaming to God.
So, nervous wreck might as well write some dreck.
"I like corn flakes. Can you swim?"
Nothing like avoiding non-sequiturs.
And avoid, cliches. "Grab the bull by the horns, and let the chips fall where they may."
I recently had the pleasure of seeing genius Joni Mitchell interviewed on CBC TV.
More talent in one finger than I have in my aging, addled body.
Oh, jealousy. Night and day you torture me!
She wrote "Both Sides Now" at twenty- one.
I wrote my first novel at about thirty. And it wasn't all that good.
Bitch genius. I wanna break her lovely fingers.
It's not fair,  I tell ya.
Oh Joni, when I first saw your gallery.
I definitely liked the ones of ladies.
Maybe I should have written a book on laddies, just to be trendy.
Maybe that was my publishing problem.
When I first met my publisher he seemed more excited  than Richard Simmons at a sportswear display.
And I was captain of the stupid local hockey team.
Ah. Both sides now.
And I am no closer to wealth or piety.
Old Dostoevsky said somewhere, "We should have all been engineers and not writers."...Leads to degeneracy.
But it would have been nice to have been the real thing straight off.
Like Joni Mitchell.
Who can avoid loving the bitch genius?
Today, I broke my keyboard