One would think one could come up with combinations of verbal images like the ones I use in this poem, albeit perhaps not with my style of heightened language, with ease. I can't, though. I feel I could come up with some kind of effective-enough illumage to finish off any mathemaku. The words are difficult for me, though. I just remembered one word I should be able to make a mathemaku of: "fireplace." I've been wanting to make a note of that, but only now have done so. Then there's "kite," although it is the main feature of one of my best solitextual haiku. I've never been a fisherman, but think fishing should be good for a poem. (I wonder when kites for children came into use; in China, no doubt.)

Have I used pinwheels in a poem yet, I wonder. That's the first wow-toy I can remember being entranced by--unless you count my first jack-in-the-box. But the jack-in-the-box is different--a surprise rather than the dazzle a pinwheel is. Medals seemed neat to me in the earlier part of my full childhood (meaning after age two or three--when I'm sure I was conscious but stored few lasting memories). Clothes, except costumes, never interested me. Popsicles may be the only solid food I vividly remember for any quality other than taste.

The Sunday funnies. Being a voice in a choir. Ring-a-Leaveo. The images that occur as potent to me are almost all from childhood. This seems reasonable in one sense, since I would have experienced most images for the first time then. But there must me adult images I'm missing because not in the habit of trolling for them.

Enough. My brain ain't workin'. Time to close the shop for the day.