"Goblin Dance" by Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)

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[Digital drawing. 2020.]

Health concerns. One of the many topics that freak me the fuck out. There have been health concerns for several folks in the family, lately, and it's put me into HIGH ANXIETY mode. Thank the gods for music, literature, and art, which have all helped me avoid reality as much as humanly possible over the last few weeks, and will continue to be my mental guardians in this valiant anti-vigil for the foreseeable future.

Here is some (more) nonsense...which you didn't ask for, but I'm bequeathing to you, anyway! (Turn away now if you fear and/or loathe poetry!)

Don't juggle puppies
When the windows are icy
With wild condensed soup

Wow... That made no sense... Let's do another!!! NO! TWO more!

Alien bacon
Links lost in the vast expanse
Sub-dermal failings

(Last one...for now...)

It was like a ghost
Bucket seats, faux-red leather
Walnut paneling

The world is a better place now (and to prove it, "Cars" by Gary Numan just started playing on the iPod (on RANDOM! Tell me THAT'S a coincidence!)

Okay, okay, okay... I'd love to stay up all night being a jerk, but my head hurts and I only got about three hours sleep last night, so I'm calling the game "psychologically rained out." Finish your hotdogs and soda, then head for the dugout!!!

Later, skaters...

---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)



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