July 14, 2003

Today is the day to do it old style.

Okay, for now, at least, we are running what I will be calling "Zulkey 1.0." I did not get my computer fixed, and I did not get a new computer (let's keep those checks rolling in, folks! For the kids!) but I did figure out how to upload the site from remote locations. However, no fancy stuff. No links, no pictures, no streaming media. It's rustic! It's your grandfather's Zulkey.com. Anyway, to get this week started, I am sharing with you a very sweet, somewhat frightening poem I received from John Thompson, who protects our country day and night.

 

"You..."

You were... the light at the end of my tunnel the weekend at the end of my workweek the fruit at the bottom of my yogurt cup

my inspiration my hero my love

but now you are no more....

and

I

am

sad.

End of poem. The jokes on the rest of you, though. I am not no more. In fact, I am morer more than I ever was!

In honor of John's poem, I am designating this week to be 'bad poetry week' at Zulkey.com. That is not to say that the above poem is bad, in fact it's gut wrenchingly beautiful, but let's face it, bad poetry, like bad art, can be a lot more fun than the good form. Please send in your poems and don't use any crazy formatting because I don't know enough HTML to do it (just separating these paragraphs was a feat unto itself.)

Enjoy this week and please be patient!