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i SUPPOSE i should get dressed and head to the cafe
i feel so lazy in my house alone though
and yes there is a lot to do
blah blah blah
but that said, today is poetry day
reading
writng
looking for places to submit
etc.

just bought one of zorns filmworks and two poetry mags yesterday
if only i had my walkman, me and jazz and the park and words would be all over it

but none of this can happen
if i don't put on pants and leave the house
because while i like my dorky fluffy bathrobe
its not really appropo for haight street
even if... some might say, it is EXACTLY the right thing to wear on haight st.
heh
not if you live here. that shit only worked for tourists.

so... yes, two cups of coffee in, i finally ate bfast, and now, instead of housework, instead of IM, instead of workout (which is for later) i WILL PUT ON CLOTHES.

can you tell this is hard for me? :)
first time with the house to myself in months.
but i saw these walls for too long this weekend. the leaves need air.

a poem

Remains

Lost photos of you
Linger in my mind
Crows feet wrinkling your cynical eyes
Deeper than they appeared at 26
With that rare smoky smile
So often forced
Wishing
I’d just take the damn picture
“we have to get
to the show”

The whiskey
The slow and the stumble
Years pass us
into strangers
We talk
Like phones cutting out
Hearing every fourth word
As our friendship fades
Into our alcoholic past.