the platitudes of willful resemblance

night full of sounds keeping my attention burned toward all windows and doors. Fireworks last night coming from the abandoned golf course/coyote home tempting nature to blaze a fire in the tall grass. I nearly roused myself to avoid the fitful turning and secluded in my writing room to answer letters and reach out to some who do not send letters.
I’d a poem in mind which needed writing and ended as a haiku last night – but may be expanded or not. Shortened possibly.
nightmares which I instantly recall in vivid color but cannot bring myself to verbalize here or in life. I long to sleep without bad dreaming and without attention to sound.

I listened to Jesus Christ Superstar remembering when I last saw this show. After, as I stood behind a woman in a beautiful fur coat (bunny I believe) smoking a cigarette – Somehow I managed to burn several holes through the fur to resemble a smiley face – I don’t know how that happened but it did, and that was the second time it happened to me. A number of people saw it but no-one said a word and all of them smiled.

I have a problem with people who don’t live in the extreme north wearing fur.

I’m a hypocrite as I wear leather shoes, belt and jacket – the jacket while I am riding the m/cycle. No-one has ever thrown blood on me but I don’t think I’d blame them.

good morning everyone – I’m going to bed now.