Category: poetry

thank god the weather is pleasant this weekend, today especially. what a shitty weekend to have to deal with gloomy weather; i’m sure it would only amplify the depressing realities which wrap around one’s eyes like such expensive eyewear. although i’m on the brink of gaining a job i’ve sought for years, it seems i’ve lost or will soon be losing everything else which is meaningful. grin and bear it, keep ya head up. easy advice to give once past the hardship!

i am seriously and actively seeking an appropriate winter replacement for the z. i have gotten no response from the dealership which sold me an ill-equipped car, but at the same time, i would rather drive something ‘disposable’ than ruin the z in any fashion during the winter months! plus, for anyone who knows my retentiveness with automobile sanitation, i would feel much better not seeing it all scuffed by salts and other winter cruelties. ideal replacements so far are suv/truck types, preferably those with 4×4 capabilities.

a real sense of loss, and the helplessness therein caused by forces beyond one’s control; someone else’s fickle fancies:

physical ain’t enough

listening to:
The Beatles 1
The Beatles

“brown-eyed boy meets a blue-eyed girl
you can sew it up, but you still see the tear
baby’s got blue skies, but in this i’m a raincloud;
ours is a stormy kind of love
oh, oh…the sweetest thing” — bono

never one for timing: when i’ve finally figured out exactly what i want; she no longer does.

the nice thing about sewing it up, but still seeing the tear is the same as a poem: a poem is still pretty even once you rip it from the notebook and have all the ruffled edges on the side of the page. love may be fickle and even fragile, but it’s forever; wrinkles, tears, and smudges do nothing to the poem’s impact when you remember its lines.