Tonight's date...
was
so-so
love and like is flimsy
micro
alpha
radio
and
gamma rays
You're great,
LOVE(s)
you really are
but not
Today
and not
Tomorrow
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. Bukowski, scribbling away in rooming houses. A river always flowing. I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.