i am just about down to my last Tim Tam... i go into withdrawal just thinking about it!...didnt think i'd ever become addicted to a sweet thing (other than my love) - but god , i have!
i ration myself just one of these crunchy chocolate coated cookies ( ok, i confess, sometimes maybe even two! ) every weekend morning at the zendo dada while i am writing poetry and drinking my cup of espresso ... before the sun and the boys get up! (besides indulging in a tub, espresso and chocolate muse (v.) me ...i lose consciousness, and let them take over - i guess in a way, i am a "walk-in" for speed (within the legal limits, that is)! just one cup of espresso, but for the Tim-Tams...as my grand mother would say " so who's counting?" {if you ration you count...theres nothing more to rationalize, granny}!
if just surrendering "stuff" ( the way i do myself to these muses) would come as easy, i'd be in OZ now, and not sitting here writing in my studio in the middle of hell's kitchen, waiting on a rainbow!
last year at this time i came home from Oz ( for the last time hopefully, since it's soon to become home...)with such a stash of Tim Tams...along with cherry ripes, and a few violet crumbles... however its the pollywaffles that i miss the most...since go know, they stopped making them - BIG MISTAKE, guys! ( i even went into every tiny country town as we were tooling around down under Down Under, drooling in hopes that there still might be a few old ones that had dropped un-noticed behind the rest of the candy on the shelf ! when they stopped making candy fags, i got upset, but i'll take a pollywaffle over a fag, any day!)
i do a more or less controlled portion of chocolate chips each day after lunch...good for the heart, you know...and when available, roz's brownies do the fix ( they are to die for! mom in fact has left her recipe for them in her will to me...) but that's just on weekend's, again!
so my lot was gone ( just like mrs. lot was, after she turned around to see sodom with her fags going up in smoke) until "Wags" came to visit her sister Fran here in the fall, and she delivered! like the way i pack with costumes and props, she packed with T-T s ( my "POOF!" glasses and the green bag are almost always with me - like the holy ghost is with jesus- just never know when that photo op will arise ! like when i had my "POOF!"s on, pretending to be a real founding Ozzie, mounting the sheep sculpture behind the national museum ...only to find out later what a spectacle i had put on, for go know,that the mirror-ed wall could be seen through from the other side of the cafeteria... got a standing ovation, i did, when i entered !) they just go so fast, no matter the rationing...however just this week, Fran and Wags' mum and dad , Judy and Geoff, came for a visit and bless them , without even having to ask, they informed me before their departure, the Tim Tams had been packed! now when these go, what will i do?
so i am praying for a miracle...maybe a big enough one that i can get a holiday out of it... like Chanukah or something...you know, the one the jews came up with to counter christmas. ("you get gifts on eight nights, and the poor christians kids get presents just on one day; arent you lucky, we jews didnt fall for that messiah - wanna- be?")
who knows if it ever really happened ( the virgin birth, and chanukah for that matter!) but miracles are nice things to believe in...hold the presents, just give me Tim -Tams! so this is the thing...when i get down to my last one (and this will be happening soon!) a miracle happens like there is enough to last for eight days, like the found oil...but in my case, they last until the next visitors from Oz come and deliver - either that or find me a geni in a lamp, and i'll be his rubber forever - like a lad in desires! i'll call it Tim-Tam nukah!!
i am going to write a prayer to this effect and send it to my cousin in jersalem to stick in the wailing wall :
"dear god, i will give up the celebrating of your better half - the goddess- if you see to it that my pantry has a never ending supply of Tim-Tams, like manna, until i get to the promised land...not Israel, you silly, Tasmania!"
so here goes the letter to the Law....and in the mean time, i will also send this out to all my friends down under (as above) to let them know unless i get the goods from them or some other divine visitors, i might have to stop dancing naked around may poles and riding on broom sticks for pleasure.
love you got
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