Odds'n'Ends

I think I need to clarify my hatred for poetry. I probably shouldn't hate all poetry but I do. I haven't read every poem nor have I read every poet. However, I can't help but equate poetry to the love lorn.

The problem is that it started back in highschool when I, myself, wrote incessent drivel about my immature love life and then shared it with people. Not to be out done, my boyfriend also wrote poetry for me and would include it in cards and what have you ... (sorry, i just threw up a little bit in my mouth). This was of course, during the era where one stays on the phone until the wee hours of the night talking endlessly about every minute detail of your life.THAT was probably the last time I had any fuzzy feelings. I would post these said poems but really... my pride prevents any doings of such. (AND that would mean, I would have to go into my storage locker. Which would mean, that I could get into my storage locker. Which would mean I have keys. Which would mean I had a new lock. Which would mean I cut off my old lock and I haven't as of yet. I just got mail the other day so one step at a time).

Yes, there are those of you out there that like Keats. There are those of you that took poetry in University and try to plead with me that there is more then love lorn, mushy drivel out there & that I too could like it...... no. No I won't. I know me. I know that when I was serenaded on the beach by a somewhat cute boy (ok REALLY cute guy but my memory is getting kinda vague now), I was laughing at the situation.

However, who does that houseboating? Who thinks, hey! I got an idea, why don't I take this amazingly beautiful creature (yes, you guessed it, we're talking about me... remember NOT a garden gnome) and sing to her.... I know I would do anything for her but yes, the definate way to impress her at this moment is to HAVE a moment... a moment when everyone else around us is drunk & high. Yes, definately the way to go. Not when you're back in the city. Not when you possibly could have some privacy but here on the beach where there are topless girls walking by (apparently, not topless as they had lei's on). It just seemed odd to me.... especially AFTER the 2 hours we spent in the hot tub.. NOW you're working me? For what?

Anyways.. bottom line poetry is gay. Don't try & hold my hand either.