Allow me to license this drowning horizon, the looming cool trailing close behind, and you'll be drunk when the streetlights ignite, vaporizing mentholated anxiety with a kiss across the azalea edge. I know you feel it, this charged electric front, lifting hairs along your arm, shifting perception to accept the expanse of possibility; so release that ribbon, loose your wavy curls: relax; and help yourself to cold one's in the cooler in the corner, by the glass and plastics holder. Just no counting seconds, reeling at amounts. Give up puzzling it out. Let the guardrail go, and let's go, cos baby, you keep saying we can’t, that liability prevents flight, but I think the infeasible fully reasonable tonight.
Oh, man I love it fulmah. Hey are you off today with beer in hand on this beautiful North Carolina wednesday?
unfortunately, no... I'm neglecting my job responsibilities and writing poetry about that beautiful monday evening we had... alas, the humidity has returned... sometimes it really seems to suffocate the will to be active outdoors... hopefully the evening shall be better... I've a bottle at home and the tea-olive is in bloom
Did you like my daughters picture under 'White Crow?' Humm, how about the changes to Lilith? Cheers to work and home and friends and lovers.
"but I think the infeasible fully reasonable tonight." Succinctly put. And that somehow blossomed out of drinking DNA and eating avatars? I'm confused. Either way it's great!
No, not DNA and avatars! It came from conversation about the futility of striving for what we want, while drinking corona and smoking cigarettes on the back deck, on the above mentioned Monday, which was just incredible, so nice outside it almost forces pro-activeness.
The sensations that are worthy of a depth of imprint upon the cosmic wavelength would certainly seem to the Scorekeeper quite trivial. He would give you a big Zero.
