May 26, 2011
woke up today with a massive headache – from a tenseness in the shoulder region, bridging into the neck region.
this is always an ominous start to the day – I prefer sex dreams which are always an auspicious start to the day.
Although waking with a massive erection is a bit of trouble and waiting for it to subside usually results in falling back to sleep.
today I am mostly waiting for the headache to mend and trying to figure a way out of doing the dishes.
May 7, 2011
The bastards that make up most of my nighttime dreaming are ever present and on edge.
Imagine a well armed poet ambling down the street at night looking for his angry fix.
you now have a picture in mind of yours truly.
snapshots of life are moments gone by, how not to dwell when they adorn the walls of houses and bedroom nightstands?
All the cats in the house are trained by an alarm clock to know when it is time to eat – this is the morning. In the afternoon and evening – it is the coffee grinder. We have Pavlov’s cats because I don’t care for dogs.
Or rather, I haven’t been able to love a dog since I had minekilled while in my arms.
the only thing I can ever tell you with confidence is that you will not live for 100 years. Even if you go about proving this wrong you will soon die of old age.
also, for further proof of God’s sense of humor all one ever need do is look long into the mirror. not while on LSD or listening to enigma.
April 26, 2011
Woke up late and decided that the coffee was perfect. Made a few phone calls and decided that I still need a new phone but am really trying to make the one I have last as long as electricity is being used. Perhaps even longer.
Waiting on a letter or two and needed to write two myself – or three but one would be to a person no longer counted among the living. I write her anyway because it makes me feel whole – or at least less wandering.
There is nothing wrong with being a wanderer or a traveler in this world – what am I looking for? I’ll tell you when I get there, this will possibly have to be a postmortem conversation.
Like the one I had with the raccoon the other day.
I’ve recently sent two books out that were purchased from my paypal link to the right. I hope that they arrive fine and I’ve learned that Hardcovers need to either be sent media mail or priority, this ends me spending more on priority as I think media mail is for suckers.
Oh, well.
installed a new printer yesterday. Bought because the old one stopped communicating with my router. The new one didn’t communicate with the router either so I have determined it was the router, which only needed to be reset. now I have two printers but this is okay as my writing office is moving to the lower level of the house – next to the bar – and there is no printer down there for my laptop or to copy things which is all I tend to use the printer for. A copy machine.
Yesterdays poem must have sucked as the comments were too specific. I might rearrange it and do without the third and fourth section.
I long for slow waltzes in the company of my imagination.
January 1, 2011
the 1st, after bed and now, against my will, awake
holy shit – it’s Saturday. I truly believed it was Monday and I was prepared to go to the doctors. got my coat, hat and new gloves – poured a to-go cup of joe and hugged my son goodbye – then my wife asked where I was going.
okay, she laughs beautifully, even when it is at my expense. I love her laugh so I can’t be mad, only confused. Also a little peeved as the appointment was the only reason I got out of bed at all.
The great advantage of using cell phones is that I can turn it off when I want to not be bothered. The unfortunate side of that is I forget I shut it off or I just allow it to wane its battery until death and forget all about the fact that I have the bugger. It never occurs to me that no one calls, it never occurs to me that I should call other people.
I’ll never forget the furling flags
above fire escapes
outside the walk-ups
of downtown Chicago
the platitudes of willful resemblance 