Oozy Rat in a Sanitary Zoo…

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Are we the architects of our own destinies? So many things in our lives manifest as cycles… even our paths through the relationships we form and grow, here and elsewhere, cycle through a life seeming sometimes their own.

We begin and end our lives rocking in cribs and chairs, being taken care of, surviving on the edge of understanding and even, dare I say?… in diapers.

For me, it is the loss of ‘snack’ that strikes me as most invasive as we cycle through our formative years. Nary a kindergartener goes through a day without it. Yet it disappears for years through the balance of our development. The amazing thing is that I rarely attend a meeting these days that does not have (or at least allow) ‘snack’ in some form. Needless to say, I need snack a lot less now than I did in algebra.

Does it really matter which way we are moving if we find ourselves at the same, ‘right’ place at the same, ‘right’ time? If this is an argument for the safe exercise of a brief, passionate tryst, it is unpremeditated. Nonetheless, it does set apart those few truly beautiful palindromic intersections that do not diverge in time and space.


Don’t nod
Dogma: I am God
Never odd or even
Too bad – I hid a boot
Rats live on no evil star
No trace; not one carton
Was it Eliot’s toilet I saw?
Murder for a jar of red rum
May a moody baby doom a yam?
Go hang a salami; I’m a lasagna hog!
Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!
A Toyota! Race fast… safe car: a Toyota
Straw? No, too stupid a fad; I put soot on warts
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?
Doc Note: I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod
No, it never propagates if I set a gap or prevention
Anne, I vote more cars race Rome to Vienna
Sums are not set as a test on Erasmus
Kay, a red nude, peeped under a yak
Some men interpret nine memos
Campus Motto: Bottoms up, Mac
Go deliver a dare, vile dog!
Madam, in Eden I’m Adam
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
Ah, Satan sees Natasha
Lisa Bonet ate no basil
Do geese see God?
God saw I was dog
Dennis sinned
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