I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas.
My fingers are Santa's little helpers.
My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments.
I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn.
Sisyphus, sweating uphill.
in rooming houses.
A river always flowing.
I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Monday, June 21, 2010
It took me 15 solid minutes
to fix the sliding glass door in my room
that I haven't been able to open for the last 6 months
these last 20 minutes
since I've opened
my sliding glass door
a face-buffeting hurricane of FUCKING AMAZING.