Hello! You well? I hope so; well and happy. I have had a lot of complicated doctor-related things going on behind the scenes, and I'm also shopping for an all-terrain electric wheelchair so I can actually enjoy myself when visiting the local nature preserves instead of developing pain and exhaustion from having to walk on foot. I've been in information-overload mode for several days.
So, while those things are sorting themselves out, here is more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, experiment with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's randomly-chosen featured song, by Ezra Furman, is "Restless Year" (watch video, recorded in my old stomping grounds in San Francisco, here). Enjoy.
Flaming Hot And Overcast
The only private central part of the city.
It is all coming when I am away.
Finger of wandering hands and fingers.
Jewels of Royal Crown, having time, man.
However, I lay down the argument.
Flaming hot and overcast in position.
Ownership of charm.
A new bird's year.
Another turbulent year.
This precedes all ordinary human fear firms.
Yes, I have a full meal in the room at night; dag torpedoes can deny the taste buds.
I'm sorry about it, and rose malishitaina guess list.
Submerged aerobic cancellation, constantly interrupted.
Dostoevsky; Fyodor Dostoyevsky, and money.
Section five, do the hexagon
Don't know yet, but I'll be back; I can calm them homeless.
I am extreme; I have the wilderness
and listen to the cool.
No one other standing unabridged Hell.
Die, Tom Sawyer.
I am four fires.
I desire death; I will never; I am old.
A new year
begins, stress 1.
Stress begins into one year.
I want to talk to me.