Are you tired of cleaning gutters
Mortgage rates falling
Hundreds of birds die
From fireworks in Rome
Shop snow goggles
Orgorg We are everything
That keeps
A young company moving
Comcomcometc.com
Welcome start your coma now
What is real Come clean
Luxury consignment sales
Crunchbase marketing profile and funding
I'm going to stick my neck out
I'm going to tell you what
This is dead water
Hundred years from now
What of any of this is going to matter
Money tutorials Metrics Praying
Running barefoot through a field
Running into the surf to save someone
Watching for signs of dementia
Eating homemade fruitcake
Sipping reheated black tea
From a favorite mug
Green tea from a
Green mug Dazed or amazed
Watching snow falling on the deck
Credit associates Rubbish removal
Cleaning the ocean one shoe at a time
Thematically programmed
Streaming service Worcester Java Hindi
Five star hotel Civil rights Benjamin
Moore Unique appeal Apoplectic Next
Join me Look for the guy in the felt stetson
Covered with buttons I'm with him
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Reflection: This poem is a collage made up of random google searches, come-ons, banner phrases from the internet and news blurbs that caught my eye (mostly about making, managing and spending money) and odd scraps from my personal universe. This poem has a certain momentum for me and rolls in like a comber littered with detritus of 2020. The poem ends with the invitation to join me (the me in my poems is usually the archetypal poet) and the clue to finding me is to look for a man wearing a stetson covered with buttons. That would be my alter ego. I have such a hat that I had just started wearing to a weekly jam at a local pub when covid hit, so now that hat is sitting in my office waiting for those jams to start up again when I can step into a more activist role, not just jamming but expressing myself in other ways at various venues.
(Article changed on January 3, 2021 at 23:29)
(Article changed on January 4, 2021 at 14:37)
