Road Kill
Ray’s back home after another day on the bins,
and in the kitchen, with a knife in hand he’s ranting,
chanting yet another disconnected mantra.
She has long since learnt to change the channel,
although he monopolises the remote and
his mouth keeps moving, even though the sound is on mute.
But today, the road-kill rabbit has something different to say
as its head rolls, disconnected into the rubbish bin;
its body in a position from the Kama Sutra.
This time his wife doesn’t miss the word cancer
and returns her attention to the entrails on her table.
Linton’s Legacy. 
i thought it was spelled kama not karma? guess i’m mixing up two terms.
Spot on, Rich. Me and my sleep deprived brain. Oops. Cheers.
i corrected someone yesterday on their site, and it was a debatable correction, could go either way. although i’m still certain i was right, i was still really wrong to point it out in their comments instead of emailing it. i still feel dumb about it, and i tried to point this out carefully. sorry if it wasn’t carefully done.
Nope, I welcome it Rich and it doesn’t matter if it does appear here because it will serve as a reminder to others that typographical errors do not constitute as good writing. Thanks.
yup. i consider this informal writing, and errors are okay. however, i know i prefer that people help me out, like a great e-mail yesterday of typos in one of my chapters.
Aha! begging my editorial services Rich. 😉 I’d love to help, but I am flat out with Napowrimo and working towards the end of my second year.
oh no. not begging or asking. after 25 years teaching writing, i should be able to handle it.
Rich, I am teasing you…again.
doh! i’m just out of it. grrr.