The T. B. blues

The day that happened
I sat at my computer
it’s easy to catch me there lots of times
typing away, maybe poetry,
maybe some other shit who knows
and probably was reminded of some movie
I’d never seen but heard about
I now don’t remember its title
but I remember who was in it
That well-known actress
turned aerobics whose father
was a famous actor and whose brother
was in Easy Rider and other movies
Not Jack Nicholson, don’t know if he’s
got a sister or father
And I may have been nursing something
cool and mellow like Wild Turkey
to go with the computer work
and remembrance of things past
Man that used to be my favorite drink
Straight! Nothing added
One time George, Pat and I
went to throw darts somewhere
in downtown Boulder
and I had eight shots while trying
to shoot darts
Wild Turkey made them more accurate
for a while but then less accurate
But why am I getting into this
All I needed was something longish
to shout into a microphone

– James Steerforth ( © 2008 )

Marbled notes

Now that was some rambling and a lot longer than the American Sentence I was going to write upon instigation by Mariacristina, where I saw once again that famous picture of Allen Ginsberg taken by Peter Orlovsky that shows Ginsberg typing away in the light from one of those old-fashioned American desk lamps with the heavy iron base, but then got sidetracked because of visiting other blogs, including the one of T. B., in honor of whom I wrote the above. All very inspiring and associative, as you can see.

Written also in honor of Sunday Scribblings # 109 and the extended family of the poets of the blogosphere.

~ by James Steerforth on May 3, 2008.