She that holds the lamb shall not slumber or sleep.
If you marry a musician,
You will master power tools.
Your hands will absorb the callouses his can’t afford.
If you marry a musician,
You protect eardrums tuned to angelic frequencies
That howl in pain at the joyful noises of your vinyl devils.
If you marry a musician,
You live in a house of silence.
June 6th, 2012 at 7:48 pm
Or become a woman on a ball in front of a naive Maine Coon cat on
the windowsill by a park
And no-one would believe you
or care
You could sit there all day
If you wish
June 7th, 2012 at 9:44 am
not only are you freaking me out by posting on a weekday, but also get the hell outta my head. ack!
June 10th, 2012 at 1:36 am
Coral, your invitation sounds quite charming. I’ll have to try it.
Marian, love you too. I simply decided that Wednesdays are more Machiavellian than Saturdays. Not sure if I can find my way out of your head. I am looking for a gas station to ask for directions.
June 30th, 2012 at 3:50 pm
Coral, can I use your responses for a newsletter sometime? I love them!
August 9th, 2012 at 2:14 pm
Sure Joy..just saw this.
Coral
September 24th, 2012 at 5:09 pm
I’ve sat, not on a ball mind you, and stared into the eyes of a manx main coon cat, phineas by name. We were near a park and a window and his bordom was palpable. He walked away giving me a disgusted look and never spoke to me again. Well, there’s no accounting for taste.