on_this_beautifully_brutal_afternoon
Ouroboros
It's
a
Monday
.
It's
hot
outside
.
The
rose
petals
are
dying
on
the
lawn
.
I
have
done
one
and
a
half
of
the
things
I
am
to
do
today
.
I
washed
down
my
herbal
medicine
with
a
Sierra Nevada
Pale
Ale
.
The
empty
art
studio
calls
to
me
to
create
.
My
mind
tells
me
i'm
not
good
enough
.
The
heat
is
oppressive.
I
use
the
internet
to
compare
myself
against
my
old
schoolmates.
I
am
twenty
four
.
It's
August
.
070813
...
dries&hardens
before
anyone
knew
daylight
couldn't
be
saved
on
this
day
of
the
dead
waking
up
at
home
,
not
sure
if
i
ever
slept
with
no
drive
ahead
only
mirrors
casting
back
downstate
and
me
,
as
a
passenger
in
that
car
on
a
crusade
after
a
midmorning marauder
prattling
at
the
dark
couldn’t
make
sure
the
day
didn't
break
090114
...
unhinged
the
sun
is
shining
the
sky
is
the
bluest
it's
been
in
awhile
and
its
-
6
out
there
.
ironically
i
find
myself
praying
for
clouds
big
puffy
grey
insulation
to
keep
the
cold
up
in
the
stratosphere
where
only
the
airplanes
go
090115
...
ungreat
dries
and
hardens
i
heart
your
blathe
.
3
090115
