Transcendental Sonnet #1225:
It Rained Inside My Car Today

a silly sonnet for Silke's birthday

It rained inside my car today
An after-effect of the storm
Sprinkled me as I drove away

The rusty drops at least were warm
But left tomato-soupy dots
On my pants in sensitive spots

Then I had to go into the bank...
Holding my checkbook over my crotch

Although my car is built like a tank
It could not protect me from this blotch
Which looks like... some sort of accident

Protected without but not within
As the odd eccentric incident
Gets under my heavy metal skin



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC

This is funny, I like it. I hope that stain comes out.

I love this one Steven. Silly and upbeat. I know Silke will love it.
Michelle

this is sooo good. takes real talent to write serious humour. and in a sonnet too - wow!

I'm so F**KING depressed right now... I try and try and try and fat lot o' good it does me.

But thanks. These words of encouragement, posted here, really do help me.

If Shawn will send my editor the last two hundred and some poems, we will have a beautiful new book very soon. I am calling it, simply:

Magic

My son Stevie II is here with me, thank God. He loves my work, and wonders if readers realize that all my sonnets are true. This really happened! It was really embarrassing, too.

Thanks so much. I needed to read these kind words. Being an old failed pastor, I try not to get too downbeat in my work, but the next one started out fairly grim; it livened up after reading these kind words, and after my dear son came, saving my sorry ass yet one more time...

I'll post the damned thing, and we'll see what happens. It won't be depressing; I try to be careful about that. Force of habit, and training...

God help us.

Steve,

Your poem is excellent as usual......

But I have to admit it upsets me to see you feeling low at the moment.

And you being an ex-pastie - it's no wonder you're always pickled !!!!


I love pasties with pickles on - the poorest pastie always tastes good when adequately pickled.
I spose YOU could even eat a pasty pastor pastie if you wanted to, with your kwolificashuns.

Am I cheering you up a bit? - for that is my intention.
Take care now; and I mustn't forget to say that I am glad to see you are back in full flying colours to allow us to witness yet more of your word wizardry - keep it up, keep it dry, and watch out for wayward splashes!

All the best, Bill.

You do cheer me up, Bill, but I'm sober now and for a long time; maybe that's what's the matter with me!

I love Silke and want to save her life, and feel so powerless to do so. It gets to me.

I do love pasties, although I have been so anorexic of late I haven't eaten one in years. They really are good, and there is a shop a few towns over where a dear English fellow makes 'em right and proper, and the Americans appreciate it too. Gawd bless 'im; I hope he's still at it. I haven't been to his shop in twenty years time, but I hear it's still there.

Good to hear from you, Bill. I'm terribly sober these days. Terribly. Fat lot o' good it does me; rather like poetry, that. What keeps me straight is that booze has a lot of calories, to be honest. That and I'm too depressed to prove a failure at yet another thing, the thing of which I speak being sobriety. My life-situation is so... sobering... that I'm not even tempted. A certain apathy, combined with a certain resolve.

hey, why not take a pastie pill. you know, pills can make you feel good. i recommend taking pills. but they must be small pills, made out of the things you love. like chocolate pills. just one, three time a day. you won't get fat. don't take them for more than one week. then you should feel better. you can even take imaginery pills, but these are best for the seriously obese, and even then should be taken only in dreams.

don't feel bad, cos your sonnets are so good.

Thanks, my friend. Two Englishmen have given me kind and wise words of hope today: a good day by my measure.

Sir Winston's Five Nevers:

"Never, never, never, never, never give up."

I wish all the cultures of the world understood this concept, and that I would never forget it.

By God, the little bell flowers are blooming along my driveway, right now, right out there, outside this gloomy room! And I fought my Uncle Jack for them and won. "Here I stand."

Thank you with all my heart for your kind words about my work; in the end it is all that I have. I do my very uttermost with my sonnets, as with everything else. Perhaps I am more successful with some things than others.

No more whining from me! Would you read my new sonnet? It's what I was able to bring out of my despair. I hope there is hope, and I hope it will show both in my sonnet and in my life.

Life can be hard and unfair Steven, and yes sometimes you want to just give up, but if everyone always gave up when things got rough imagine what this world would be like. And don't foregt that sometimes love and kindness and a warm smile can do a world of good. Luck be with you and your family.