Waffles = success.
Stationery trip = success.
Band audition = success.
Leftovers = success.
Priceless moments with our furry housemates = success.
Laundry = success.
Walking in the brilliant, glorious, dazzling, heart-drenching sunshine for 40 minutes while carrying a mandolin = success.
This line deleted on advice of counsel, but trust me, it was delectable and loathsome, like a verbal confection of the Marquis de Sade translated by Patrick O’Brian and interpreted by Hunter S. Thompson, and afterwards rolled in a dusting of H.P. Lovecraft. Still with me? I guarantee it equalled success.
Watching Mickey Rourke, Marisa Tomei and Evan Rachel Woods in The Wrestler = success. Evan Rachel Woods supposedly getting back together with Marilyn Manson = you must be kidding = hope he’s quit drinking.
Having transcribed some of Dennis’ interview already = success.
A brief descent into vers libre, big kisses to the one reader of this blog who will actually appreciate this….
the what I do the thinking with, o
it makes a buzz
just like a beehive
teenaged boys have whacked. So much
to think about . life echoes in continuance . life dancing
through doorways . life unfurling its logic . life burgeoning .
life expiring on its own pyre .
life continues
to have that golden glow
Tonight in the fey
the fading moonlight
I am an avatar of the Parking Goddess
soon this divinity will drop
into the day / day
into whispers . into a rush of sea-borne sound . into the pale
and steady light of winter .
