A week old and an hour shy.
8/5/03 08:43 pmTwo clouds like a matched set of ribbons
tie together the seams of the pallid green sky
a sliver of moon I borrowed from June
has followed us into July
With the thrum of the motor before us
and the rattling of metal on metal behind
I look to my hands for the rest of the plan
while I watch the sky's laces unwind
In the rest of the story, sleep has been following me lately, tripping me up and sending me sprawling when I take a moment to relax. Only a moment, and there I am, curled in a corner with a cat sitting on my head like a peculiar and prickly hat.
That's me, napping after work three out of the last five weekdays.
I haven't got any new and miraculous ideas this week, just a slow and subtle leak from my mental faucet.
tie together the seams of the pallid green sky
a sliver of moon I borrowed from June
has followed us into July
With the thrum of the motor before us
and the rattling of metal on metal behind
I look to my hands for the rest of the plan
while I watch the sky's laces unwind
In the rest of the story, sleep has been following me lately, tripping me up and sending me sprawling when I take a moment to relax. Only a moment, and there I am, curled in a corner with a cat sitting on my head like a peculiar and prickly hat.
That's me, napping after work three out of the last five weekdays.
I haven't got any new and miraculous ideas this week, just a slow and subtle leak from my mental faucet.