The prince is back,
oh princely abode
with your dusting
needs and clothes
strung up to dry.
Go, inhabitor, go
put some music on
and make it some-
what inhabited.
It’s Sunday morning,
someone died Friday,
and you’ve just
taken announcement
letters to the mailbox.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2008)
Largely autobiographical, razor-edge-of-time, so to speak.
This also offers some explanation of my recent writing (and blogging) inactivity.
PS:
I’m using the not very existent* word
inhabitor on purpose ... somewhere in between
inhibitor and
inhabitant.
*On the Internet it mostly exists as a spelling problem.