surprise poetry (or should i say poetry surprise, in the same tone of voice as tuna surprise?)

last night i realised that i'm so much further from being a blogguru (i'm allowed to make words up here) than i knew. my favourite local band was back in town for a gig and i went and they were amazing, and only when i was hit with an unexpected poem that i decided to post, did i realise that what i shoulda done was post about their gig in advance, link to the band's website, and tell people to come out. they had a fabulous set.
but i'm lame and didn't think of blogging the band.
so here's a poem instead:

intrigue:
he calls to say
i still wish it'd happened
he calls to say there'll always be something
something about me
something between us.
(and) i say yes.
that something is
that it never happened.

it's unedited, appearing here exactly as it was delivered to my brain as i waited for miscellaneous flux to take the stage. sorry if it stinks for you, but i kinda like it, especially for a quickie (sometimes that's all you need...)

we started the garden today- and by "we started" i mean that grims went to the store and bought all the necessary bush+seeds, as well as the lumber and soil to actually build the garden boxes, then he came home and built and set them up.
he's the best. more later on the (hopeful) tomatoes, cucumbers, jalapenos, et al.
i will be gleefully playing in the dirt soon.

walk good. find some relatively clean earth and roll in it.
ps: the flux was noted by the washington post (twice) too, if you looking for another opinon, and you can listen to and pick up their cd @ cdbaby...
how's that for some make-up band-blogging!