Category: wandering mind

Inside my body is running. But my body stays still. What a ghost of a train wreck. Happiness is a faint whistle. I can still hear it behind me. In front of me. But presently. Just the breaks and bent steel.

I saw a used needle on the ground this morning. I didn’t pick it up. Then I thought of children seeing it. I still didn’t pick it up. It had an orange tip plunger. What kind of children would be playing in a parking lot anyway? Frozen. Full of cars. Dog shit still smells even…

I’m extra thin. I feel air on my skin, but I’m fully clothed. I feel netted. Cut it and I’d spill out all over the floor. I don’t even have ribs. My heart’s not under there. It’s like sandpaper under the skin. But maybe softer. If you said your toe hurt, my heart would feel…

I have more photos of sunshine and LA and Jellies. Being in front of the computer for half the day is making me tired again. The drug doesn’t last long.

Last night: comics and comics. A small comedy club in the back of a comics store. Free miller light and Mgd in a can but you’re supposed to tip a dollar. A food truck out front selling sushi burritos the size of my arm. This morning: fried chicken and waffles at roscoes

It’s 75 degrees today. Hot almost. Maybe hotter walking down the street with my brother. Me wearing black pants and my poet boots and a newly used jacket I bought yesterday at Buffalo Exchange in Belmont Shore. We got a late lunch of real tacos. Tacos I haven’t eaten in years. Not Tex-mex or Eastern…

HEY! YOU! THAT’S YOUR SECOND DOUGHNUT! I SAW YOU!

I feel a loss for words, writing-wise. At least extraneous words which are usually spinning around inside my brain most days like a hyper puppy chewing on this word or that word or syntax, squeaky toys. I don’t believe in writer’s block – I think that’s a crock of shit. When our minds are quiet…

It’s snowing again. Snowing. snowing. more snow. This morning I drank my western blend coffee. I’ve become a western blend. Rooted there with more accents mixed in. It tastes pretty good. It tastes warm and sweet and a little nutty. It tastes strong. I’m leaving the snow soon. Saturday. 6am. I’m heading west, taking my…