Sunday, August 26, 2018

238/365/Poetry and Form

And here is the second, for Martha:
When I jones for a dose of her wit,
I glance out my window a bit
and if I can see her,
we might have a be-er
and a call-the-world-on-its-shit porch sit.


  1. Trying to say that last line is a real tongue-twister!
    (I wish I could look out the window and see you, then decide to have a beer on your porch.)

    1. I wish the same. And that last line—I can only get it right aloud about 50% of the time.

  2. I wish that too!!

    I miss my porch sitting days and calling the world on its shit with a beer. I do still do that last part sometimes... just not on the porch.

  3. In a perfect world, all the right people would be visible from my window, and porches would be required, as would the beer. (These two friends of yours are incredibly lucky!)

  4. This is sweet. I had a neighbor like that in Alexandria.