July 26, 2007
Exhaustion. I can't even remember what I accomplished today except folding, refolding the blanket on my couch, checking the job boards, myspace, getting the mail picking at canned foods. I must admit I've developed a liking for baked beans, but that's between us. Lying on the chiropracters bed of waves, they'd come out and I realize I'm different now. But you're not here, I'm not there. If you were, we'd watch, we'd see. Now I'm mimicking my conversation with my friend Steve, IN MICHIGAN, about being unable to write poetry without copying lyrics. Crack my head while you're at it.