I have hundreds of white socks
and hundreds of dress socks
but never a match.
I cuss. Usually, “Fuck!”
The dog tilts his head.
(My genes are in bad spiritual condition.)
On a good day,
still never a match.
I laugh and dribble at the madness of my life.
My hair bubbles and I breathe.
I’m not the worst human on earth.
(I prefer my genes in good spiritual condition.)
stillfugue 
#1 by liv2write2day on February 24, 2011 - 12:06 pm
It’s those little things that really get to us, isn’t it. My suggestion: wear sandals. But I guess it’s a bit cold for that where you are. :0)
#2 by Carl on February 24, 2011 - 7:21 pm
The little things are the barometers. The last time I wore sandals, I broke my toe!
#3 by Evelyn on February 24, 2011 - 1:17 pm
ha!
once again, your sense of humor poking out.
this is like a frollick!
#4 by Carl on February 24, 2011 - 7:23 pm
Oh, good, you! I will work on preventing the humor – That would shatter my reputation.
#5 by siubhan on February 24, 2011 - 1:49 pm
I love the line “My hair bubbles and I breathe.” I don’t know quite why, but it seems a perfect description of a “good” day. 🙂
#6 by Carl on February 24, 2011 - 7:33 pm
Thank you so much! It’s nice of you to say and it helps me learn.