Too Much Poetry?

Sorry, dear reader. ("Reader" is accurate.)

I haven't forgotten the lighter side of life. It distantly beckons, from the other side of a brackish... Never mind. Yes, I'm still trying to be a comedy writer, when I can stop sobbing.

I love writing comedy! It bounces me upward, and it thrills me because it's within reach, unlike fiction which is so slippery and elusive, and you have one good writing day every two months. With comedy, you can actually have two good writing days in one week. Even if you only write four times. Yes, the success average is far, far better.

I'm still too gloomy in general, though. So here's a picture of Jerri Blank to remind me of the sublime. Also to remind me of Amy Sedaris and her lighthearted way of getting through life -- baking cupcakes, decorating her apartment with insane-looking stuffed squirrels, and like that. Oh for a muse of fire! No -- oh for a fun, scampish approach to life, like hers.

I Miss You

Look! A Blog Post

Look at her dancing there -
Trumpets sound, and spikes
down into the ground.

Because she can sing, and feathers

Because she's not like you

Cans! Cans of colocated enigmas.
Breast implants and tiny diagrams show
Fleshly floating tadpoles

It's so hard it's snowing

Lash me, lash me.