The curse of our time: Cellular stupidity. Can you hear me now?

I wrote this in Feb 2012 - I've been getting into watching documentaries on the NASA Apollo program and also having fun with a Telecaster. The Sea of Tranquility is a place on the Moon.

Answering machine. You might have something to say When you hear the beep. Those who have my home phone number know that this has been my actual answering machine message for over a year.

Got to get going! Only ninety days remain To pen forty more. (I'd reached the halfway mark for eighty haiku; I must have written this sometime in November 2011.)

9/11, I . . . (Do I have survivor's guilt?) . . . worked a normal day.

six 7/8 schlemiel schlemazel It's an instrumental, too.

Unstoppable thief, Never aware of our needs, Time flows on and on.

(instrumental)

"Warren, line three, please." Annoying public address. (He's a busy man.)

Antidisestab- lishmentarism: too many sylla- (bles?)

The coals are red-hot, Yellow kernels a-roasting, Three ears are ready.

The coals are red-hot, Nag champa incense burning, Cherry Coke in hand.

Roasting on one side, Freezing on the other side: The joy of campfires.

Sunlight streaming down. Gentle breeze disturbs new leaves. Spring's awakenings.

A fairly quick rough track of a good idea

My groping hand shoved Away once more from delight: Supple joys denied.

if your into pain...

Special thanks to Dave Desoucey for the bass track.