dust on the stadium seats

crawling, slowly, to that golden promised land where writers sit, sipping coffee

spinning thoughts into lace

craving coherence and balance,

and losing inhibition without...losing...inhibition

"this is a right not a fight"

more nightmares again,

but more entertaining this time

and cleaner,

and i woke up feeling triumphant

(unsettled)

but victorious nonetheless.

hmmm.

"taken by a nursery rhyme"

i miss smiles on yellow shirts

and morning donuts......