In Which More Tweet-Ups Fill Me With Joy

Sonneteer's note: this looks like I finally missed a day but I assure you I did not. This sonnet was crafted long hand in my autumn red FIELD NOTES at Chicago's otherwise nifty Midway Airport, where I could not get a wi-fi signal for the life of me. Then there was no time between landing and catching the shuttle in Denver. But I don't have to convince you; I know I got the thing done at the proper time today (and it's still today until I go to bed) and that's what matters. Thank you.

Lost in meat-space I have most surely been.

Chicagoland bewilders me entire,

Each day delivered to another friend

To set my heart and spirit right on fire.

And through it all, my oldest pal, dear Mark

And his Nicole took such good care of me

That ne'er I noticed really just how stark

My lack of knowledge of this place must be.

Now back to Denver, quickly, must I fly,

And leave bits of my heart in keeping of

Mike Oliveri, John Rolin, Boogeur,

That A.N. Ommus, Lethe Bashar, my love

With Teia Hassey, Canter, Zchizz, oo-er,

And all the other Bhtches. I have found,

Though, that I've quite enough to go around.

BONUS SONNET: With Buzz And Gravy Of A Friday Evening

It's evening at the Casa del Blow. I

Watch Old Man Buzz, the Blowman's Therabee

Go round and round and laugh. The hours fly

As Mrs. Blow, the Gravybhtch, joins me

In drooling o'er a stove, shiny and new

Which came today (yes, we've got oven porn).

I laugh at Buzz's toy, yet wonder -- ooh!

Next month, when I embark, as I have sworn

To write my NaNoWriMo, using that

Beloved white Olympia portable

Typewriter you see pictured up there at

The top of this page, might my hands cramp up?

Some exercise for them might help ramp up.

In Which I Start Seriously Anticipating A Live Gig

I must admit, I've truly got an itch
Today to see live music, but I've got
A month yet ere I go to see some Bhtch,
My buddy's band. Just recently I've caught
This urge in earnest; it's consuming me.
I've been a friend and fan so very long!
I'm like the Conchords' Mel, as you will see
If you're around, especially if one song
I wrote for them gets played: The Donut Ranch,
Or one I will not name here: too obscene
(But you can go and listen; just don't blanch
At the portmanteau cursing); here I'm clean,
As is my podcast. O, October 9
At Morseland! I've got chills all up my spine!

In Which Dockter Blow Gets Older

Two kids fresh on a campus, all alone
For one short week before semester's start,
Near twenty-one short years ago, unknown
To one another till, oh be still my heart,
The one TV on campus happened on
A movie we both loved, ripe for in-jokes
(The second Indy Jones). Though both withdrawn,
We bonded over Indy's flailing coax
To be compaired to Paul Atreides' fit
In throes of spice-trance. When that got a laugh
I knew I'd found a friend! I did not know that it
Would be a friendship that we'd have for half
Our lifespans thus far and still going strong.
Mark Delsing, happy birthday and live long!