Veg

I'm in a really weird mood this morning. I completely enamored with my schweetie. I'm also drinking a lot of caffeine lately but thankfully my right eye has stopped twitching. Yesterday, I ran into one of my buddies from the old days and it was good to see that he was doing well. Grams is in the old folks home for the moment but she's giving them (read: everyone) Hell (even with a funky hip) and I hope that she'll rehab her way back to the old apartment soon. All in all, thank God, things are good.

It's really quiet right now and that always makes me contemplative. While I think people who recite slam poetry should be beaten in the most painful way imaginable (who needs rap without the music?), I'm still a big fan of more traditional forms of poetry. It's often overlooked but Jim Morrison was a great poet in addition to his talent for publicly exposing his penis and taking enough drugs to kill a small elephant. An American Prayer was probably his master work and it's nearly as good as his rendition of "Backdoor Man." Here's one of my favorite verses:

Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks
Plant them they will grow
Watch them waver so
I'll always be a word man
Better then a bird man

I like that a lot. The line about planting makes me think of the upcoming harvest. I know dick about farming but my paternal grandma used to give me money when I was a little kid to help her plant tomatoes in her backyard which is located in one of this city's Eastside warzones. Similarly, local blogger/writer Joe has some wonderful photos of the amazing vegetables in his super cool garden that he's soon to harvest as this season comes to an end.