I need to post and soon,
instead of posting promises to post
my days each day is a day of days
each day an overflowing cup of a day
and so overfull
I am fullon drunk of them
Each day recasts the imaginary kaleidolandscapes of My Life
to be
and I should be sketching these landscapes with what creative little skill I can muster
but now I am drunk on it
and exhausted and ill
on emotional vertigo
so the night will have ice cream and red wine and lauryn hill
and words will come later