in the depth of winter I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer = camus
August 7, 2011
Rain, thunder and a smashed pinkie fingertip
Stuck outside under an umbrella
it has started to rain, a gradual build up so I don’t know how long I’ll be here.
The computer battery is dying and
the coffee is only hot for so long.
it causes slight pain to my hand to type as I’ve smashed a pinkie finger and I actually type with all ten fingers.
I can’t shut one of them off.
playing piano hurts more.
thus I am unprepared for tomorrows lesson.
my back gets a little wet but the electronics are protected.
the damn chipmunk mocks my efforts from his hole at the side of the house.
mosquitoes feeding and making me feel anemic.
the rain puts the cigarette out.
August 3, 2011
early sunrise
I prefer an easterly sun before I go to bed.
I prefer a smashed finger before a project is finished.
I prefer coffee hot.
I prefer sex sweaty.
I prefer a major fourth under a sharp sixth.
I prefer to lie on my back in the gutter, looking out to the stars.
Cassiopeia
Ophiuchus
Ursa minor
these are things of dreams and sailor visions
– Hoc scripsi
July 30, 2011
the job I hate, abhor
I love my cats, kittens – so much that I want to suffocate them in loving embrace – twist their necks inside my large arms and love them to their death – this is a bit macabre.
I love them, I refuse to feed them unless there is urgency behind it. K feeds them. I clean out the litter box. the shit box. the piss box. I hate it – the smell, the shovel, the plastic bags from the grocery store, litter on the floor. I would potty train them but that was not only hard enough with my son but I mostly don’t want to sit at peace and be looked at crossly for taking too long by a fucking cat.
I also brush them and clip the nails with K’s assistance – but this I never mind – bathing them is a job best left to the professionals as they become assholes when wet – much like some people I know.
I wrote this at four am – this is what comes out mid basement catastrophe. Forgot to post it and now I am going to bed.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 