Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
No reptile dysfunction How does one get it up, the young boy asks his chum, pointing to his lounging lizard flaccid in the lingering sun. Can you show me how you do it, his young soprano chirps sincere. Your girlfriend says it's okay to show me; she says you do it once a year. The young man sighs and tugs at it making a grunting noise, carefully stretches it in his hands as he maneuvers around boy toys. He puts it where the sun don't shine, yet all is bright and warm. It'll be happy here for the next nine months. With this heat it won't be harmed. There'll be no reptile dysfunction in your house, your pet iguana will not suffer here. Just stroke him, feed him, let him roam and move him once a year. © 2008 Kåre Enga [165.381] 2008-12-21 I have a scribbled note: Soundcheck! "The reptile dysfunction keeps it close to home." I believe it is from a magazine title or article. BLAH BLAH BLAH: Had to get up. Strange dream about Mark, my friend from when I was a teenager. Hope he's okay. Ever have a dream that makes you want to call someone out of the blue? Anyhoo, I'm sipping coffee bleary-eyed. Accomplished quite a bit yesterday including finishing the book I was reading, talking to Lynette at the library and placing two more books on hold. Today promises to be a busy day. I should be okay if I pace it and allow it to unfold. On grey days, it pays to stay busy. The air here stinks ... literally. Dennis, who was carrying his oxygen around yesterday, did not look good when I saw him at The Break. Woe to anyone with respiratory problems. PROMPT OF THE DAY: "Damn he's cute and well-trained. Does he come with a leash?" Montana: 22º at 10:00 10,977 |