Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for June 25, 2020

… swans are evil creatures akin to geese in attitude…

…but purtty…

…I romanticized my ex girlfriend’s life…

…I thought that it was cinnamon, but it was just regular flavor…

…I used to image Veronica on a Harley…

…driving, not riding b*tch…

…it bummed me out when I found out she drove a Prius…

…around the same gas mileage, though…

…when she went to renew her license plate, the state had added on a one hundred dollar hybrid fee…

…because she didn’t buy enough gas for the new gas tax…

…that’s crazy…

…didn’t they know she drove 22 miles each way to see her lover every day?…

…and him, in his GMC Sienna only drove a mile and a half…

…you tell me who spend more on fuel…

…love is not blind…

…but it doesn’t pay attention while driving because its talking on its cellphone…

…geez…

…haven’t they ever heard of bluetooth?…

Sir, did Toyota buy out GM when I wasn’t looking? The Sienna is made by Toyota rather than a division of GM. New horizons in making out. I think someone makes a vehicle named “Horizon” but that’s another story.

I had to Dodge that remark. I am not Omni-scient.

Nature abhors a vacuum. Cats and dogs just fear them.

Some are enamored with love in general….some find, some don’t ….always searching…..

Wordsworth had his Abbey,

Keats his palate fine,

So they gladly left to Swinburne

The lips of Proserpine.

Buckle Down

Meanwhile … are those extra or missing puzzle pieces … a puzzle from another puzzle, mother …?

Romancing the Swan—a novella in which under a pseudonym Sister Teresa bares a life of romanticized passion for all to see! Most publishing houses in Froglandia wouldn’t even touch it, but there’s always one ready to support a prospective scandalous big winner—your Little Review (though I am not your Ezra)!

Have I sufficiently romanticized your life?

Word. We like to romanticize and imagine the world we’d like to create. ‘Tis fine and worthy as long as we take reasonable action and don’t simply get lost in imagining and zoom straight past the tollbooth, as I often do here; so lame.

I imagine Teresa as the Cheshire Frog, sitting coyly upon her toadstool, handing out cryptic trail maps to Froglandia and slipping a little red pill into your pocket as your head is turned. Eat no flowers and leave no trace, she warns, and whatever you do, do not ride the Swan!

Says the ugly duckling, all grown up and romanticizing its youth. Mythticism at its finest, and another piece in the puzzle for us to solve, but if only we could all just realize our inner beauty.

King Frog is a Fink, he wants to poison the pond, he doesn’t care about the tadpoles.

Every moment has its hour. Like Proust, you can look deeply into the simplest things and find the world. You can romance this world or go can blow it off as the dust of reality. There is as much or as little meaning in life as you wish to put into it. And life being time, you can live in the now, or spend your time day dreaming about a past that did not really exist.

Now entering the Dreamtime…