William Said
Floofsical
Floofsical (catfinition) – a musically inclined cat
In use: “Whenever Beverly started playing her guitar, her floofsical jumped on her shoulder, singing and trying to strum along with her human.”
Musical
You ever been in a public place, like a coffee shop (where you were writing), and a song comes on that you like, and you start singing it in your head, and then wonder, if you got up and started singing it aloud and dancing, would everyone else join in, like in a musical?
No, me neither.
Circle Dream
I was with my dad and lost in brown woods
and then we were on a boat and rowing
I kept asking him but he wouldn’t tell me
anything about where we were going
Feeling down
I was looking around
and wondering about the scene
didn’t know where I was
or where I’d been
or where I wanted to be
I thought I knew
and I thought I could
but nothing
was what it seemed
It was a circle of thought
and a circle of hope
a circle
going around a dream
Wonderfloof
Wonderfloof (catfintion) – a cat who is amazingly friendly and loving, and is willing to share their space and their food.
In use: “She was a wonderfloof, reacting to the wary newfloof in her house by walking over with her tail up and disarming him with a soft mew.”
When
He doesn’t remember the days
he went from being remarkable to unnoticed
loved to unwanted
cherished to forgotten
he was just another human sliding down the spectrum of life
Traffic
He doesn’t look distraught
but he appears deep in thought
and doesn’t look others’ way
Not a way to drive
if you want to stay alive
on a busy traffic day
The Masses
The masses block the sidewalks
with their asses.
Unseeing or caring
by others looking and staring,
absorbed by the grievances
they’re airing.
Perfumed
The perfume of you and I
still intertwines
with the thoughts of what we doing
what we meant to say
before we went away
left me wondering who we think we’re fooling
we never talk
and stay distant in our walks
with a feeling that something’s brewing
it never boils and never perks
but it’s always there, it always lurks
I think our love is cooling
Wednesday’s Theme Music
Ever get a craving, and the craving stays with you, getting larger and more intense, demanding that you address it? I have one of those going on right now. It’s all about cheeseburgers.
Love a good cheeseburger. The ones that Miss Lee made in Osan City were pretty good for a dollar, when you’ve been out on the town and are heading back to the base to crash. Better were the ones we had at the original Fuddruckers. My grandmother was visiting, and we decided to take her. Once we got there, we were a bit hesitant because the place looked like a dive. But Grandma insisted, so we ate there, even though the burgers were pricier than what we were used to. They were revealed to be amazing burgers.
Next on my list of burgers that I enjoyed was at a place called Clark’s Mountain Broiler in Mountain View, California. They were most excellent. At almost three hundred miles, it’s a little far to drive for one today. So is the In ‘n Out Burger in Medford. Besides that, the lines there are ridiculous. If I were to drive to get a burger, I’d probably go to the Next Level Burger in Bend. The drive is shorter, easier, and more relaxing than the one to Clarke’s. NLB’s burger is plant-based, but it’s astonishingly good, and their fries were awesome.
But I’m not driving for a burger. Louie’s in downtown Ashland has a good burger, as does Flips, both of which can be changed into a cheeseburger (it’s almost magic!). That craving, though, drives me to share a song that’s been rolling around in my head for the last few days.
Hit it, Jimmy.
Michael Seidel, writer 