end of July, poems
end of July — hearing the cicadas above the traffic ________________ end of July — dog waiting for cars in the shade ________________ end of July — rust on the gate creaks
I am in here.
end of July — hearing the cicadas above the traffic ________________ end of July — dog waiting for cars in the shade ________________ end of July — rust on the gate creaks
July sun on my neck — grinding of the coffee roaster ______ fourth of July — wasp explores the flag ______ July rain drying my hair in it ______ again the summer rain again ______ pulling back the left sleeve of my shirt — five minutes since last time
I have taken the few night medicines that I am given these days, and do some general reading until the words start taking on a three dimensional look to them. When they can’t make any more sense to myself, and to write is to never make sense. Then you must go to sleep. I certainly … Continue reading The addle-patedness of some would be writer.
quiet … read and write and think # ah, the future of music…. 😛 http://urltea.com/1i7k # is listening to "Harmonic Necklace" by Penguin Cafe Orchestra from "Preludes Airs & Yodels" # is listening to "Where Will You Go" by Harlem Zip Code from "Om Lounge, Vol. 9" # is listening to "Elevation" by Paul van … Continue reading Twitter Updates for 2007-09-17