touches.
2006-03-14 6:15 p.m.
baby boomers one to one, and some parody song about each man an island, an island driving home in his suv swerves, nearly killing five small children.too much, real life not real life, running over my cups and claws well polished, precise, i have had this time to speak, to proceed, to accompany myself out of the city and back in time just to see these kinds of things as they happen, and there is no more poetry left in me.
i give up easliy, and sit awkward in living room after living room trying not to be intrusive, but still asking all these questions, standard procedure on the family level, my mind modeling itself after the future, this preparation, these months to wait and wait
are what will win me over.