revision: I am not the poem

I’ve grown through poems
like rings on a tree in 600 years to be cut down
sliced and stood on end, small plaques spiked into its rings
“Columbus arrives in Americas, 1492”
“the Declaration of Independence signed, 1776”

* we were first friends
* you thought you loved me
* I hated you
recorded in words and the space between

I am not the poem, not even this one

the poems trail behind me
in a cloud of words
like stars or car exhaust.

but I can’t tell you to stop reading
no more than I could tell you
to forget the cloud of memories
which doesn’t need my words at all

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

or something like that. I can’t wait until all this craziness is over and we can just start living again.

note to self: don’t forget to ask how much the “regular N miles service” costs before taking in the car. ouch.

a few links, and then I’m off to the store.

’cause I never stop thinking about work: uPortalBlue Prints for Successful Teams.

MC Escher paving stones and the Palm evolution chart (I saw a clie and a treo today…drool…), via Boing Boing.

Small Players Matter – word.

so where’s that info hiway again?

and a few random links:
eFax
Ditherati
interview w/Zeldman (looks like an interesting ‘zine)
The Shop Talk of Amateurs and Professionals

because sasha was jealous.

except…damn. what’s going on? I can’t upload files thru Blogger now? I guess I can always do it the old-fashioned way. 🙂
cutest kitty in the world
what's her damage?

fiddling while the web burns

I’m now using the same “design” (I use the word loosely) as the rest of my site. not too much to get excited about, but if I ever get a good idea for a new design, this’ll take it automatically now. (did a little more fussing, finally posted my side-list of links.)