One down.

Spiral

My time
moves on in a spiral.

The spiral limits my landscape, leaves what is past in the shadows
& makes me advance
full of doubts

Oh perfect straight line! Pure
spear without spearman.
How your light turns my solomonic
path into dream!


So that's your Lorca poem for the day.
I was thinking about how blogs are pretty much about what happened in the day. Pedestrian as the foot shuffler that writes them....
Not the kind of thing you would read in print.
So what?
I don't know....
I just know that I don't understand radio, economics, and lots else.

So...uh...
who's your favorite wonk?
I'm torn between Emily Bazalon and James Carville.
That's all I got right now.
Much manufactured love,
Brandon