missed moments mist moment whatever – lets misspell and or conjure meaning maybe.
there is a beauty to getting a jury summons and hearing the reason why – notorious person on trial beginning suspiciously the same day as your summons.
I do not watch the news much but there is a fair to middling chance I came within 136 people to be sorted for 12 to serve on the guy who shot up a movie theater. all I know is that I wanted out so damned bad because I worked damned hard to get my job not lose it by not being available. I succeeded in being in the 50 picked but dismissed. my whole time was roughly 8am til 10 am which doesn’t seem right with the I was rushing to get out of the house at 5:30 am and didn’t get home til 11:30am and befell the new luck, how aggravating there isn’t a damned doughnut nor coffee gratis! nor a cent in my pocket in a wonderland surely of right priced opportunities…I let my supervisor who scheduled me to work making this a nightmare consideration know I wash picked but oiled away. I will put my 6 hour tour in for jury day pay next viz to work I’m sure they’ll be thrilled. did I mention it rained and was cold….misty morning magic.
sure you can not care.
but imagine that scene in a book where it starts off grey and bleak and seems to rise to its potential. Imagine you sensed power come and go within that each action thought or word only to return again spent busted. Imagine how to be proud I can still fight for whatever reason I hope isn’t the same old attitudes and yet sense I may have not won.
even I who got a refund felt the government swallow my last cent anyways.
in different news the joy of baseball still alive is the knuckle-ballers wakefield and hare or whoever- it is always neat to see glimpses of them not as gods but as ordinary yet gifted still people.
denali and everest were respectively next. to show it for the real death possible and lingering effects of even trying. however the haha is to a limited extent that’s how I feel leaving work…slow enough I could fail because this is what was asked shut up don’t think just do. it is every bit the opposite of what I offer and yet 2 something coming it’s how I survive.
wait suffer reversals and yet JUST DO. and try not to know the laughter of what I am rewarded with for the efforts.
I guess that’s the near end of my month poetry. to fail with pride. oh hush, I’m no artist nor educated to any distinctions, nor am I useful traditionally past simply well dressed and present. I am not rich yet work when I could manage not doing so, and I fight to see my chance a carrot dangling… yet still I dance struggle and reach for the best in comedy- to fail with pride i.e. try try again.