stuck to coffee, luke-warm, today has ended as it begins, my head itches, thanks to two pizzas in two days, two hot chocolates, this is a nod to the dairy industry i don't go deep into it, i don't catch big fish, like lynch would say, sit and daydream, i have lost time, but have not caught boredom what perilous limbo do i reside in? maybe the tattoo is in order, and a haircut, i told her, i tire of being alone, but not of the loneliness, it is still January, and still raining, o great Albania, such heavy clouds stick in the atmosphere, hovering, he told me, where strong wind currents push them away, edit: in reference to my regionjust after i mentioned, that i prefer a subtropical rain, two hour downpours in afternoons, then sun and joy, before and after, forever do i miss the gulfcoast, and people there, and a feeling, i dreamt of them last night, walking through a grey carnival, my brother too quick for me, my reveling father at a glance
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