It was the boredom, aye, the boredom
of a year ago, that perpetuated
this armistice with a keyboard and some.
To write, I began, be it gloomy or sunny
like smooth marbles.
Psychedelic it has been, funny,
as a glob on a bright summer day.
And so I thank thee,
for looking for the catamaran
in a digital sea.
Now to your white noise,
see if you can return.
p.s. The blog turns 1 today. Thought I’ld try to kill the 2 remaining readers with a little Vogon poetry 🙂