I am bored and restless, which is a bad way to be on a quiet night without enough energy to make things happen. Most of the people I know are occupied by All Tonight’s Parties, so the usual haunts are quiet. Drove around out of boredom, ended up back at my house. The saddest voyages …
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I Hate the Fourth
Should I go down and watch the fireworks No it’s too crowded and parking sucks But there’s explosions and people No too much work But it’s almost time No just stay at home But I don’t want to be home No maybe watch it on TV But that experience sucks maybe I’ll just leave the …
Avoiding the Disease
My dream this morning was a contagion/zombie movie. It went on longer than any dream should naturally persist. Usually my dreams are random vignettes that morph into each other; this one was different in its thematic tenacity. We’ve all seen zombie movies. A germ spreads through contact from infected people to new hosts. Social interactions …
Clouded
Been living in a cloud for a while. After the success of the previous weekend and the mental clarity that the break from Austin provided, last week’s happenings served to drag me into a funk. I nicknamed last weekend “Socially-Awkward Penguin Weekend”, because no matter how minor the interaction, nothing really flowed right. I was …
The Floor, the Sky
I miss writing poetry. I miss looking at the stars and feeling it. Listening to something meaningful. Making a connection with a faceless Other and dreaming of a distant heart. This is our live transmission. Turning back a decade of pain and avoidance. Cleaning out the insults and downward voices that have gummed up my …