Wednesday, May 21
is this thing still on?
like modal editing
has a great deal of utility
but it might be that neither one
is always the best way of going about things.
long time readers of this space
will note that i have, characteristically,
fallen a touch silent of late
this is in part because i no longer
live a minute's walk from a computer lab
(did i mention that?
i have a basement now
with irregular walls and a low ceiling
a gas stove, an air mattress,
sarah's hideousyellowkindaseventies couch in one corner
and a refrigerator that goes skreeeeeeeeeeeee)
it is also in part because this space
suffers from half-full notebook syndrome
— you know when you've got this notebook
and it started out all fresh and clean
sharpedged and ready for something good
to be spread out smooth across all its
but now, you flip back through
and the pages you didn't tear out and crumple
are half finished to-do lists,
bad doodles and abortive three-a.m.
shoulda-known-better essays —
compulsive ink-and-paper types
can probably sympathize.
there's no shortage of things i'd like to tell you about,
whoever you happen to be at the moment
kansas city, thrift shops, driving rain, frisbee,
bicycles, crazy-good guitar players,
russians with giant red basses
and guys in hats with magic pipes
on random sunday nights,
purple hair, beer, sunlight,
not-quite-tea leaves in little gourds,
intellectual pissing contests
and when to know better
but my mind's just about as much a mess as my notebook
although i like its contents better
and i guess there's a lot
that will go unsaid.
poem :: p1k3 /