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Space Cadet
February 6th, 2020, 04:34 AM
My neighbor—I call him The Mensch—appears to be a bit drunk this

morning. But instead of getting antsy with boredom and chain smoking until

falling asleep in his deck chair like he usually does, it looks as if he’s trying to

tie a falling ivy vine to his railing, to give it some guidance, I suppose, as to

where it should continue to forge on from the second floor…and beyond! I

guess his doing, karma-wise, is the right thing, considering how many times

he’s pissed off that deck onto his neighbor’s plants below...The ivy will

eventually catch on…or die. Either way, I should wave.

“Hello!” His ash, as long as the cigarette butt, teeters with grace between

his gums as he looks up from his ball of twine.

Life is better awake on mornings like this, I think, wearing

nothing but my boxers, and no shoes—having no shoes is the kicker when

negotiating a plea to unlock the door.

“Where’s Joni’s Nobel Prize?!”

“Maybe next year,” he replies.


March 4th, 2020, 06:41 AM
Been looking at some of your stuff and wondering you haven’t collected more responses, because, as you know, at root your stuff is really very good. I’m thinking this one could have been filed on the Poetry Boards (which is where I usually hang out).

With a little bit of tweaking to get the rhythms stable this one would go nicely with your Morgantown.
Give it a go.
I’ve got some thoughts about your other stuff if you feel like taking it further...

March 7th, 2020, 02:49 AM
I dig it.