First off let's say Mike didn't stay late
and didn't hear the on and on of me
saying it should be longer than inscrutable
and shorter than full-of-life,
deep neat iotas and home-from-the-sea.
Let's say he wasn't for ovations
from either of us at the moment or
this one, or this. Easy for cats
baby-talked to, holding the nest at home.

Let's say there are many boredoms,
so of interest, some. DAdadaDA.
Leaky boats in a stream of boredom. Still,
I like how Mike riffs on a woe,
his indifference to some boredoms,
change subjects. There's always a bit
in every meal from the garden, games
in the kitchen, made up games,
no joke laughing. I should take up woodwork,
or better: work with glass. Yes, there it is:
a small sphere caught sun, grew noses.

�2004 by John Eivaz