piracy

on a stoned bike ride, just to get clear.

coasting along in the City, watching windows cruising by, cheerfull walls and nobody, a computer lit face, darkness.

feel that (old) darkness and know i must go mad. but then i remember that i haven't worked in a week.



working is all that keeps me sane.


the air, and learning. the thorough distraction of skillfully manipulating objects in space.


circling in the intersection, the buildings new every time. writers as a class, depressed cuz we're better on paper.

in person, it's smiling uncertainties. i know i'm not of you, so i try not to give a damn.


lately i'd been doing well, but sometimes,

especially after you open up, is when you know that no one can reach you.



but that's okay, because the world is enough.