This curious piece I write today
could have been set to paper
yesterday or prhaps the day before.
In fact it may have been
created a year or two, even
five years or so ago. And for
all it’s worth, no one will ever
care to know.
The issue with writing some-
thing everyday is that one
tends to accumulate so much
material that it floods the
market of the mind, both
yours and mine.
It’s the same as advertising
on TV, the barrage of clutter
is so constant it saturates the
sensibilities. One can easily
become dumbfounded and
numb.
What can I say which
speaks profoundly to
my thinking today?
What of interest do I
ask of you to associate
or relate?
I find myself swimming
in the cesspool of memories.
The quagmire of my thinking
has viscosity thick as sludge.
The possibilities are so end-
lessly deep my feet will never
touch the bottom.
I love custard pie which
I haven’t eaten in quite
some time. I’m willing
to bet, as sure as tomorrow
arrives, that bit of hokum
will slip the surly bonds of our
inquiring minds.
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Chris Hanch 11-27-2020
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