Tuesday, August 13, 2013


If you think the butler did it
ask him what happened in 1979.
Hint:  they don’t make those in
Arkansas.  My mother kept
reminding us of how they
had to ration stuff during
World War II, like eggs
and butter (milk, maybe?).
I don’t know how to deflect.
I don’t even know the name
of the movie.

                     Several hours
later I can TALK for pizza
and cocktails.  It’s some-
thing to do every minute
of the week.  Hang on.

So I’m doing all my
writing with calendars.
It’s the new way.  Be-
cause this office has
no soul.  Barf.  That’s

        Plus we could
all die at any time.