Wednesday, August 31, 2005

xxvii

those white butterflies
are moving very slowly
this is getting passé
first trip to the gym in months
then to Stacey’s
for a brief glimpse
feel deathbed sick now
I’m mourning over
my little coconut coaster
but I do have a new car
so I’m drinking an OJ
and a little bit of fog
and I’m enjoying
the little singsong
messages in my
telephone that can’t
be deciphered and I’m
okay
alive
now
stopped by hbr studio
it costs $45
for a haircut
I feel a little
overheated but
like the guy at
the door said
it’s a beautiful
summer night