From ugly ducklin' to swan

This used to be an ugly piece of poignant slander aimed at Margaret Something or other, but that bored me, so I'm going to change it into a beautiful letter to an Italian book collector friend of mine. He is in need of some prompting to get out of his house and travel to California for a change of pace. He needs the conversation of a tender young poet of my ilk and nature & deserves a fetching young man to bear on a crooked arm. That would be me. Because, I am a dandy. Dear Raimondo; I was hoping to meet you this Summer, and I hope that liaison is still possible. Thank you again, for that Cd rom Encyclopedia of male homosexual poetry throughout history. It comes in handy when bickering with the more talented of my peers in certain poetic spheres. That are well endowed, no pun intended, with knowledge in that specific area of writing. A good way to hone my gay blade, so to speak. The weather has been just lovely, and right now my son is watching Tom & Jerry and I am in my Capt's chair poised for phonecalls, poetry, and lunch. If I could just talk someone into bringing it to me. David, gave me an airconditioner, and boy is that fucking thing a dinosaur, but it's working, and it feels good for a change in here. Not that there isn't a pleasent breeze blowing most of the time. It's just that it has been hotter than normal as of late. The only benefit of the weather change is that my Gardenia bush has bloomed, and I love gardenias. So I brought some flowers inside and floated them in a bowl of water by a fan. Now my house smells just heavenly. I'm sure you can imagine. The smell of Jasmine is really thick these days outside also. Dave, has turtle ponds, and all of his turtles are lounging around like a bunch of over fed politicians. Anyway, I hope you are feeling well, and behaving. Perhaps, when we get together in the future you can tell me more about your book collection & what writings, you think, would help my quest to be a great poet along. I bet we could talk for days. Until then, Ciao Bello. Yours Truly, Jeremi B. Handrinos.