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One-Queer Anniversary!

I had a salesperson recently trying to describe the merits of a silver vs. gold bauble. Not caring I told him that either or would do nicely. Or/ore? Obtuse granted but I’m rather fond of that joke.

It has been WAY too long, my friends! Today, however, is the auspicious one year anniversary of this humble drivel emporium and how could I ignore such a milstone! While other projects have taken interest of late this site continues to be my favorite outlet that I should really be treating as more of a power-bar as opposed to the single sparking socket to which it has been unjustly relegated. It is my fervent desire to visit more often but if you asked my family and friends you would know my track record is somewhat lackluster in regard to such assertions…

During my long absence I HAVE had an opportunity to restock the poetry arsenal. The past year having been a kind of drawn out literary demilitarization of my existing stores. Below is but one and it’s not even particularly long, deal with it! 🙂

HDMEye, March 4, 2018.

It’s far to simple to lose touch

To our most vital senses such

That one can’t find the way back home

So lost and cold endlessly roam

The Outlands of some proper mind

With pavement dusty and unsigned

Until fine figure stretches out

And disconnects the plug for doubt

Resets the router in your head

Revives lost ardor long thought fled.

I AM this poem. I hadn’t written for some time when it was crafted and you can see that in the extremely simplistic rhymes primarily using lazy morphisms. There is a habit I have of getting a bit down on myself every once in a while and I am endlessly grateful to those who can assist in troubleshooting this glitchy upstairs computer.

Thank you so insanely much for your continued support and I wish you nothing but the absolute top-notch best in return! Here’s to many more years of Dread Poets Sobriety!

Happy Trails and Waggy Tales,

Alexander Blaikie

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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.

9 replies

  1. Congratulations on your anniversary. This poem is as creative as most of your work, simple ideas and rhymes are often the hardest to get right as there is ,”no place to hide with them,” as the saying goes. Any way, keep up the good work, don’t be hard on your self and keep those trails happy!

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