Journal

...One wants another to take a perverse yet specific interest in one. Same mutual bad/wacky/beautiful idea.

A very weird time right now. Keeping one's life Spartan is a sort of deodorant to tragedy. Having kids is like setting your own mousetrap for tragedy. And so the field thins, but those that are left are sort of suited for each other. In the same serendipitous way commercials on late night channels geared to losers reach those precise losers, for pennies on the second.

Another Something

A Wednesday night
you're not up for nothing
your mind is shattered
it's focused on one thing
the only city
and you are its lone king
and Pamela makes
such a mean drink.
You want another something.

Rained all day
wind blew even harder
you read a book
didn't get any smarter
Someone gets in your way
you beg their pardon
Such a good guy
Such a good martyr.

the only city
and you are its lone king
and Pamela makes
such a mean drink.
You want another something.