~ Boots, strapped...trapped!

Don’t you know? A Gorey tail snakes
Round that Attic vessel, a cracked bellow leaks
Vino from this red-clay tumbler.
Call The Connoisseur!”
~ Moi

“And crashing nearby was the Universe’s only reply.
Uncaring, unfeeling, mindless, yet methodical,
The Universe’s heavy bombardment, ceaseless!”
~ Double-A

“What I meant to say ~
Mean [Just see: I Ching] not, method so.
Or just meander,
Amble, perambulate, or percolate.
Got café? I got croissant.”
~ Moi
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Blog, or dog? Who knows.
But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo