2022/3/21 #poetry Sometimes I think that this is not a poem, this is not insightful, I don't even know why I'm doing this. Then I make a couple typos and I wonder what you get when you combine ding and dong. Doing, or a doorbell? Now, that doesn't make my activity any more insightful or poetic, but it does distract from a simple elucidation of current experience. Some days it gets good, some days it's all right, some days it's like blowing bubbles in mud. Fun, but not something you want anyone to see you do. And some days it just seems like it won't happen. Not even up to entertaining myself. It's all I can do to be grateful that I like using the writing tools.