i won a contest

yesterday... an invitation really, to go and eat pancakes and watch paul create the newest super rocket monkey.
For some reason, it seemed like a very touching gesture to me, and i felt awful that i had to reject him. (Mystery's cousin was coming into town, so we got up early and ate our fill of eggs and potatoes, and had to clean our apartment and car, and shop for groceries.)
We made plans to do this again, not next saturday (Paul has plans of his own, it's his birthday!) but maybe the one after that.

i am looking forward to it, i haven't had people to visit in too long.

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the moon fell in love
with our washbasin
left to bask in the glow
(and collect rain or dew
for morning's sweet sunshow's
washing)
the moon stilled over such porcelain
perfection
(so unlike his pockmarked pate!)
and smothered it
with airy kisses
light
till the dawn
when my lover, sleep sticky
opened the scree-
-n door
and he fled
from her and the sun
and wept his tears of
darkness
like slow blood
to the night
and he dreamed of the hour
when he could
be with his love
and hold his
poor pot
forever
              forever
                            forever.