March 5th, 2007

I never really know what I am going to say.
To write.

If there is deep meaning, assume coincidence.
A mistyped "the" becomes "thee", which brings a
Sacred symbol to an unsuspecting canvas.

A common-found event
(which all are happenstance)
May have some feeling of grand design.
--Suspect accident.

As opposed to a short storyist who
Carefully crafts each word to fit on each
Didactic page,
I am a casual poet.

I just used "each" twice.
(Quite unnecessary.)

I glory in the mundane,
dashing only a bit of salt
and watching the crowd praise my
use of basil and cinnamon.