in the morning, i like to have time.
my E l e c t r o n i c pen
i n d e
dreams, only dreams, seem real sometimes.
midsummer nights nearly here,
maintain continuity for what?
rest, and the effects thereof are not always positive.
but the java is tasty,
poot's back seems on the mend,
and we have no choice anyways\
but to soldier on
soldier on poots.
swiss connections, rare, but not
bare skin in my bed, once rare
transmogrifications of the written word
loverboy is panicking.
but there's not much more to type
and who doesn't like being needed.
can i say that, really?
the heat cometh.
6:54 - the time between early and not
early disappears into the ether
cricked neck, poots sits to
sweep some words onto the page.
too much sleep, too little sleep, just like goldilocks,
it's rarely just enough.
today's figuring, with ringing ears, falls about
normalcy and romantic;|
dice fall, game's played, and there's nothing to add
after a dinner of beer and a useless day.
in exhaustion, complete and total argumentation with a
only something can ensue;
but if we look at the date, we know it's here; we know
it's over; we know it's hot.
could little poots run thru a contorted neck, ringing
ears and achy frame?
could she finish an implementation plan?
really, it's only about what's it about allie, on a day
and waking up with the mEp helps, no matter how badly
this, is the worst neck of all, pushing the laptop into
the middle of the tables
only helps somewhat.
6:17 AM unusual, yes.
extended chewing, this
emails from a not so distant life, a beacon of hope,
warming the electronic cockles of mine.
aside from the sun and the early city air streaming in
windows and glass doors ajar, there is almost
nothing i can write here, without either offending;
scaring; or insulting. what is left is for me to wonder
if i am the only person who has more thoughts they cannot
say than can. or; is this why so many choose to simply
remain in the middle, stand on higher ground, take the
first paddle they are given, and row with the team.
as the women on the CBC said, it's a very lonely place if
you do not.
i often write to the cbc. they often do not reply.
wednesday, has nicknames if you row with the team, i
choose not to confine any one day. today, this wednesday,
i haven't much been here all week, and i've reappeared
now, with a small victory dance, won the battle, tiny,
and again, as many mornings before, am so very conscious
of my small frame, not so much my elbows, but all the
in between, arbonne-soft on this morning, as they wake,
muscle by muscle, and they are all awake.
six o'clock isn't that bad afterall.
you just need a teeny victory against yourself.
but i can't tell you what that victory is.
because i can't really tell you, anything, at all.
10:40AM unusual, yes.
the conservative; the short-sighted; the judgmental; the
uptight; the uneducated;
and now, the unhappy.
7:47 not an airplane.
Guillermo on a friday night; even a half-guillermo knocks
you out when you're out of the habit.
poots sits to reflect, today, moreso. alone with a tepid
blue cup of joe, as long as things and people are swirling
i never feel alone.
not much else, headache and small breasted,
little poots trolls youtube
physicalness takes over.
j u n e j u n l i n
i figured it out
i was high and low and
everything in between
i was wicked and wild and
baby you know what i mean
til there was you, yeah you
something went wrong
i made a deal with the devil
for an empty IOU
been to hell and back but an
angel was looking through
it was you, yeah you.
it's all because of you
you are the reason
you are the reason i wake up
and sleep through the night
you are the reason
i'm giving it up
no more running around spinning my wheels
you came out of my dream and you made it real
i know what i feel
it's all because of you
f o r m
and f u n c t i o n
not june 17, but 7.
yesterday, i didn't know how i would love you today.
m o r n i n g
long, angry sleep, poots wakes, groggy, rested, hopeful, why.
a new meppy month, month 6, 6 days late; i'm here, i'm here,
where's the important stuff; is it laying around, it is being
is it being touched, moved, or lived.
PCI DSS hangs on by a thread, dragging us all by our teeth,
poots learns the value of a dollar,
the world watches montreal,
poots sees clearly now, more clearly than before,
the feelings are familiar, yet recycled,
summer smells the same
no matter what you change.