Breaks for fasts

i should be all over this educational part of my life where i'm part of the sheep, singing and dancing around to mercy,and enjoying grass. I should be. It's high time I became a sweater worn by the upper echelons of society. Digressing: I was going crazy these past three days. Waiting until I hit up the educationing again.

Onward kids on shoulders

it is the expected time for me to be done with ....things. memories of that all night arcade event have increased their recurring frequencies. laser tag run-ins that make me blush; it was a spectacularly awkward time.

anywhats, i have a transitioning ceremony event of sorts to deal with in a few hours. i am no more excited than i am anxious and nauseous, which is a fair amount considering the stress and depression settling like heavy anchors in the pit of my belly.

ughh.

together this feeling

It's coming close to the end.



i would be lying if i didn't say this was happening too fast.
watch the world burn with me.

Into Future

"The next to last poem is about a young married woman and mother who is plainly having what it refers to here in my old marriage manual as an extramarital love affair. ...she comes into the poem just when that cornet of his is doing something extraordinarily effective, and I see her as a terribly pretty girl, moderately intelligent, immoderately unhappy, and not unlikely living a block or two away from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. She comes home very late one night from a tryst--in my mind, blearly and lipstick smeared--to find a balloon on her bedspread. Someone has simply left it there. The poet doesn't say, but it can't be anything but a large, inflated toy balloon, probably green, like Central Park in spring."