Catching Lightning Bugs,
Flaking off dried soap scum,
remember last night?

too much hiku.

There are non-euclidean moments at the corners of his eyes,
and a case of elder berry wine.

Friday, finally.

Rawr.

Some of the most insightful commentary on the singularity can be found here. Forewarned is forearmed.

It hasn’t been bad, but it has been a rough rough day.

Hungry Hot Sore

Who’s lying fingers are these

grip grip slip, again

I am just so easy to bait.

Now arms, however beautiful, are instruments of evil omen, hateful, it may be said, to all creatures. Therefore they who have the Tao do not like to employ them. ~Lao Tzu Chpt 31, Tao Te Ching.

There is type of return to an insult. Puts one on easy ground, it’s like walking up the drive way, going home.  Blah, blah, blah.

Sometimes it’s nice to go home, but I do like to travel. No more murdering this metaphor.

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Stretching out, covers

remember dreaming last night

warm telephone call

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New exercise sore

lying fingers slip again

forearms cell phone text

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An ecstatic morning of decedent breakfast.

Coffee with extra coffee, bacon and duck liver pate.

Something is missing.

I’m not sure.

I’ve got irreconcilable distances in my boot eyelets.

Remember that dream of home, perfectly kept hair and a green nightingale?

Me Neither.