On this day, this ordinary Thursday, I find myself stuck for inspiration.
My head tells me to write about gripes and grudges –
and all the grizzly gunge that grieves me,
but I feel that such things, in the era of the mindful,
would likely be minded, by those who mind a lot about the ordinary.
Minding about the ordinary is to mind about the voices of the mindful,
and to mind that much is (if you don’t mind me telling you), to my mind,
Somehow, mind, I pick up my gore and take through it to Friday.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019
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