Wednesday, its been a long day. There is not much to say about the bits and piece that made this day up. I am left with a letter written and sent, a trip to the post office and a new poem written and sent off to the Stanza meeting.

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God bless America,

and its Eastern Standard Time,

lagging languidly behind

my beloved Greenwich Mean Time.

God bless America,

and its Writer Clique,

with it’s hard sell,

“give us your money,

we don’t care if its shit”

attitude publishing company.

God bless America,

for it’s can-do doing things,

it’s strange accents

and taking my money.

God bless America

for its green back dollar bills

smaller than my Great British Pounds,

but in this paper we trust,

one to make them rich

and one to make me immortal.

God bless America

With its crazy Z’s

Where my beloved S’s sit.

All those cross-cultural snippets

of adaption and ignorance.

God bless America

for publishing my collection

and setting it free

on universal Amazon.

God bless America

With its chaos,

its bewildering kaleidoscope

that Rule Britania seems pleased

to mimic, ape and applaud.

God bless America

For not noticing

that I have slipped in,

got over the border wall

like a boat person

over the English Channel.

I am now in black and white

And it feels good.

God bless America.

                                                                                                                                372 13-03-2024

I thought the day could end on an intellectual high by watching Poor Things. How wrong can you get, got very bored with it and left it long before the end. Inexplicably exhausted I draft the blog, take my meds and go to bed. Tomorrow I will try again.