my E l e c t r o n i
November 23, 2011
the glow from the frosted bathroom
window was different, as was the hum from outside.
all of a sudden, the light being cast in that room reminded me of Christmas.
and reaching up to slide the window pane open, i remembered that indeed, alan wong was going on about snow on facebook.
it was a comforting sight i saw, streetlamps casting their now-wintery-yellow light on a marshmallow world;
the sight when electricity makes more sense, and walls are there to protect against the wind.
and coming downstairs, i flicked on the christmas lights with renewed purpose;
lighting up the snow below them, they exist now, useful, and independant of the other side of the hedge;
chew, poots, chew.
long ago, the carpenters sung:
here I am with pockets full of good intentions
But none of them will comfort me tonight
I'm wide awake at four a.m.
Without a friend in sight
Hanging on a hope but I'm alright
I know I need to be in love
I know I've wasted too much time
I know I ask perfection of
A quite imperfect world
And fool enough to think that's what I'll find
6:26: am dark.
mexico newport beach
what's old is new again
thin breasted; shoulders down, chewing.