Better late then--never mind.

And what do I have to show for it?

Not much.

As for this next bit, I was on a plane. So you can't complain (that makes two Nirvana references, if you're counting):


MISSED HER SAND, MAN

whisper powder in a sleeping ear:
the words that taunt and haunt
the corners of the slumber mill;
faith burrowed, brow furrowed
in a taciturn toss ‘n’ turn

on a rain-rinsed morning
it’s goodbye to bottle-nosed notions
and past-due date potions,
tho’ a linger of maudlin malady remains,
resistant to elixir’s refrain;
so summon the sawbones,
swing a bell rope side t’side,
quit the calm from the clapper,
blow out a reveille
for the noontime napper

pack a pail o’ prudence
'ere you sing a song o’ sixth-sense;
as minnows grow to Mopey Dicks,
the eggs will soon be citizens.