Sunny Day...

I guess sunny days really are easier to get up to. Except when you don't want to - which is a lot of days. But that said, I found a piece of last nights pizza crust on the counter and that was a delicious little treat.

Rivulets...

New Year's Eve has been ponderous for me every year now for the past few. I think last year I spent it inside, listening to the din of my neighbor's blasting crackers in the street. I don't think I even went out. Year before, made it down to Hawthorne only to be too stoned to enjoy the craziness of it all. I walked home in the cold rain around 11:45 pm, only hearing the celebratory car horns just as I reached Stark St. Then there was the first year that I'd decided not to go too big, as it were, and spend the evening walking around the city with my love. Nobody else wanted to hear that and the pressure to do something grew until I ran away and spent the evening wandering the streets of the lower Haight for hours, profoundly sad and alone.

Rivulets

the snow caved to the wet deluge pouring from my coat
around me hoards of revelers milled
in dark masses against the silver night snow
like marauding invaders they bellowed
delirious in the New Year
their happiness unbridled
unaware

some ask me to flip the switch off
everybody has problems they say
don't be a drag they mean

motionless in the snow
the rain slapped against my parka
and burned the crystals below me and to my side
the tip of hair next to my ear felt like ice
while the rivulets pooled and froze
somewhere out of sight

Slept for 13 hours last night...

Besides some rather obtuse dreams, I was only awoken once by the pounding syncopated rhythms of fucking above my head. The neighbors are the height of schedulers, consistently engaging in coitus between 11:15 pm and 12:15 am. While it may not be every night, it's certainly enough to classify as a routine. Good for them. Not so much for me who has found the natural curiosity of others in the throngs to have worn thin. So while their penetration takes place upstairs, another takes place below: my fingertips in my ear holes. Though yes, I am a little jealous.

Cash in the pocket...

Bout my tips

little toes of tiddly winks
at counter throes and deft advertisements
cue'd all time lows
and misguided hijinks
once again force me to spend
these little bills
on my little me

There was an eclipse... I slept

Flying into San Jose - Mineta International Airport two nights ago was a cathartic experience. A full moon posted high in the sky as I watched the clouds grow and weave over the city below me, the gridwork of little alien creatures stuck thinking of only what's right in front of them.
I enjoyed the bank of vapors below me rolling forward with the plane, watching how fast they were really moving.
The stewardess served free beer - a vanilla porter from Mactanarnahans.

I left the juice out...

It's cranberry and I'm drinking it though I know it was at room temp for quite a while. Still, I can't tell if it's gone bad or not. Like I said, it's cranberry juice.

Withdrawwwwooollllly Manmyth...

I've come into a social ice age of sorts where I can't smile around others without immediately frowning from insecurity. Not healthy I don't think but perhaps natural. Ice age...

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she says it's higher than average
I say mine's average
I really mean its low

we talk sometimes too fast
my face flushes
but she hasn't left
they never leave
until they're gone
and nothing happens

laying on my floor
could be painting the Sistine Chapel right now
we'd have more in common then
or something to talk about

Billy Corgan could play every part
I think about Glynis
while I walk
the rain feels exceptional
and cold with its big slow drops
I put my hood on but it's just cotton

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