Word play

The pigeons look a little skewed to the north, this morning. They pick up dabs of fat clouds on their fly pasts and that’s what makes them tilt a bit. I find that it puts gaps in their guuutttur…guutttur… just like I’m doing now. But then, I don’t pick up fat clouds. Silly me.

Someone threw the word vociferous across the table to me. I caught it in the middle, at ‘fer’ and was wondering what to do with it when someone said ferment and I threw it over to him. Really, ferment? Doesn’t it have a nasty taste and smell to it. I mean, why couldn’t it have been fervor or fertile. So much nicer.

It must be the crazy weather. I find that I have words like mayhem and dripping sticking to me. Can’t seem to get them off me. Why?

Why can’t I say the word rendezvous without waiting for a knock on the door? Or why do I feel a sense of sadness at the innocence of my right toe nail ? Sometimes I find the strangest things in my stream of thoughts as they whoosh around in my head. When I pick out one it kicks and screams and struggles and I have to put it back. Damn…