week of being swamped with work
memorizing poems in head
acquiring intense lower back pains
free massage man at co-op
advises I stretch more
“your cats are smarter than you, why?”
“because they stretch more,” I answer.
week of overtime
not getting to see movies I want to see
I’ve let studying go slack
but not for much longer
the beginner Quark class is simple simon
this summer I may take one class
and then just take it more easy
. . .
wordpad: homeplate to describe juxtapose, Tron 2.0 for Mac, and Beastie Boys with their new album, Bad Brains to hit with theirs, shooting pains, rhythms, pep talks in headphones (not the white ones that signal iPod thieves), the AlphaGraphics chain, one with me in it, uptight businessmen that can’t spell or pronounce words longer than 5 letters, a stack of books come in the birthday mail. pronounced dead at birth, dead on arrival, archival, past lives, future lives, revealed by Dr. Bruce Goldberg sitting in front of me, Saturday morning meditation cancelled, monks to do a Mandala demo at Hollins while I am at work cursing under my breath wanting to be there to take pictures. I am there in my head now, beforehand. imagination rich, a tool, a power. reaching through different mind states not remembering some peoples’ names, scorning myself, cooking breakfast, scorched waffles yesterday morning, lying in bed sleeping strange 8pm-3am hours. I could be a fireman, a man with a latter to rescue cats from trees, color this into my scrap book and turn it in for an A when I grow up, when I grow up I want to be a policeman so I can have a gun, so I can shoot you – I told my Dad when I was quite young. shocked, appalled, he grounded me till I was 40. I’ve been crying in my room, playing Intellivision, for some time now.