the way the bedpost
is made of steam.
the way I shudder
like a rudder and waves.
the way a cloud
feels, is feeling.
the way I wait to,
and forget; shape
is undone, now
the coils
are chosen by their
weight:
electricty. tendril.
something straight,
eaten
by curl. an entire
world
blends in
to itself,
it shows
nothing. (pretend
you've been gone
forever. it feels
like learning
you've never met
leaving. freedom,
to illusion,
is life...)
improv. 12.52-12.55 31-07-'05
***
I think I may have a bit of an hysterical Samson complex. I had my hair trimmed and now I somehow feel weaker. Maybe it's hooked in too deep into my brain, and I'm going through some sort of neuro-shock. Maybe I'm just tired.
I said 'only cut off an inch or so' and I looked at the trimmings, and that's all it was. But damn. It's much, much shorter. Ah well. I've had it shaved, it's been down to my ass, been mohawked, baby-blue flattop. It grows back. Actually, I kinda like it.
Yeah. I'm just tired.
***
Party tonight, earlier. Birthday of two people we know. I was the male of the only two young(ish) heterosexual people in attendance. Everybody else was married or gay. Or gay and married. Or much, much older than me. Good thing I'm waiting. The girl who was there is...okay I guess...I mean, she's beautiful, a jewelry designer, a cool person. But we do not click at all. At all. Folks try to get us together, but conversation is like pulling teeth from a chicken. We look for exits the whole time, and just sorta mumble and have to say 'huh?'...if we bother to respond to each other at all. She's real prickly, like a cactus wrapped in velvet. I guess I am to her, as well. I don't like to be around her, much less date her. I mean, G*d bless her and all, but the whole thing makes my stomach ache in a not so good way.
That's the universe telling me somethin' there, bubba.
Wait.
good rain
good boi
Not a problem.
***
I gotta get up early tomorrow
so
love to ya's
and goodnight
r.
is made of steam.
the way I shudder
like a rudder and waves.
the way a cloud
feels, is feeling.
the way I wait to,
and forget; shape
is undone, now
the coils
are chosen by their
weight:
electricty. tendril.
something straight,
eaten
by curl. an entire
world
blends in
to itself,
it shows
nothing. (pretend
you've been gone
forever. it feels
like learning
you've never met
leaving. freedom,
to illusion,
is life...)
improv. 12.52-12.55 31-07-'05
***
I think I may have a bit of an hysterical Samson complex. I had my hair trimmed and now I somehow feel weaker. Maybe it's hooked in too deep into my brain, and I'm going through some sort of neuro-shock. Maybe I'm just tired.
I said 'only cut off an inch or so' and I looked at the trimmings, and that's all it was. But damn. It's much, much shorter. Ah well. I've had it shaved, it's been down to my ass, been mohawked, baby-blue flattop. It grows back. Actually, I kinda like it.
Yeah. I'm just tired.
***
Party tonight, earlier. Birthday of two people we know. I was the male of the only two young(ish) heterosexual people in attendance. Everybody else was married or gay. Or gay and married. Or much, much older than me. Good thing I'm waiting. The girl who was there is...okay I guess...I mean, she's beautiful, a jewelry designer, a cool person. But we do not click at all. At all. Folks try to get us together, but conversation is like pulling teeth from a chicken. We look for exits the whole time, and just sorta mumble and have to say 'huh?'...if we bother to respond to each other at all. She's real prickly, like a cactus wrapped in velvet. I guess I am to her, as well. I don't like to be around her, much less date her. I mean, G*d bless her and all, but the whole thing makes my stomach ache in a not so good way.
That's the universe telling me somethin' there, bubba.
Wait.
good rain
good boi
Not a problem.
***
I gotta get up early tomorrow
so
love to ya's
and goodnight
r.
Nothing gets me down for too long.. been through awful things and came out the other side, so, there's never any point in getting too worked up about things, because they will change, eventually, too..
Hah, now if only I could make my boss think that way.