Thursday, August 18, 2011

Books in Bed

Wild Iris, Louise Gluck
Grapefruit, Yoko Ono

The latter, strange to the extreme.


It's one of those days, days you miss friends you never get to see anymore, friends that fall away from your life, and life, you're unsure what it really is all about,  where it's headed,your head, a little bit unscrewed, tilted to an angle, you are afraid it will fall and dangle, un-flatter, your neck, the way you un-flatter yourself so easily, by your every word, every gesture, just another jester ambling clumsily along life's wayside, clumsily like a newborn kitten learning to navigate its way through space and gravity.

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