Call it an ill-fated retirement, like Jordan and the Wizards, Lance and the Tour, Favre and the Jets. Sometimes these things work out better than others.
At least now I know. I am an unrepentant dirty blogger. The cumulative result of my brief absence is exactly one poem- and here it is, for your reading pleasure:
The shit-can knight
It is winter but I live for summer-
nothing broken just the frozen ether.
Time on my side nobody lives for never-
just little girls skipping rocks on the sand.
Summer comes and then I live for fall,
and by spring nothing matters at all.
Hammers look for rusty nails and
shit-can knights search for tin-can grails.
The hands only want for chopping wood
but guts boil over spill and ooze.
BRC Unlimited is open for business.
Juancho
10 comments:
Poems are stupid.
Poems are not stupid, you... you.. poet, you.
I enjoyed that one. Although it sort of made me want to cry.
as I read weak and weary,
something comes through; it's light!
but queery
Wave breaks and scratched shore
Becomes a mirror for dawn.
Come crab to scratch again.
Welcome home. :)
Tin-can grails indeed. I will toast your return with sardines in olive oil, which I will share with the cats. While wearing slippers and robe, of course.
Dirty bloggers we might be
Who come and read the BRC
Seasons change and snow may fly
But unlike mullets, poetry does not die.
Welcome back blogger friend
May your writing never end.
blog naked man!!!
shins
your absence: brief. but
brief is relative. we need
BRC to live.
now get to writin'!
:)
(all the talk of shit-can knights reminded me of one of my favorites)...
The little worm
lowers itself from the roof
By a self shat thread
-jack kerouac
three cheers for BRCUnlimited!
hey, don't call it a comeback,
he's been here for years
rockin his peers and puttin suckas in fear
Juancho, lick the lips and rock the keyboard!
Even Jay-Z retired for longer than that!
Welcome back anyway... I guess now I can quit trying to hawk my BRC memorabilia on Ebay....
C.T.
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