Nope, not today

As previously stated we are awaiting delivery of our furniture.  Thought it was going to be delivered on Tuesday but that was just a dream some of us had.  Tuesday was another day of phone calls and well meaning customer reps. assuring me everything was being done to get our stuff to us.

I wrote a poem, real nasty stuff.  I'm not proud of it.  I shared it with my poet friends on Nantucket, got some interesting replies.  

Here is mine.

MIA

Hope this finds you well  

Where ever you are

I'm over here now

Got a new phone number

Wannaknowit

Finally have the  interweb thingy working

fairly well

slow as a gerbil in a deep dark hole

And you?

Who know as well as anyone

Where the fuck our shit is

And no one knows

Where the fuck our shit is!

Here is a response poem from my dear friend Maggie Sullivan.

Untitled

I hope this finds you well

over where you are now

I'm still here

back where you left us

and yeah, I wannaknowit

that new phone number

About where that shit is

the shit you say is yours

well, it's inside you

until you get rid of it

then it's not even

yours anymore anyway

that's how shit is

unclaimed and unnamed

until it's not there

and you need it

then you curse it

damn the distance

call on the anonymous nonsense

for real information

nah, sit still in your

deep dark gerbil hole

your shit will come floating

back to you, slowly

especially if you pretend

you don't want it at all

a pair a socks paradox

 Anyway, I've been assured the delivery van will be pulling into our driveway about 10:30 on Wednesday.  

Anyone want to place a bet?