Sleep Walk

i heard a snippet of this song on the radio and it was so perfect i became obsessed with finding out what it was

many frantic googled variations of "hawaiian steel guitar popular song"

i am glad to report others find the steel guitar "wistful" (though the successful search involved the phrase "prom song" [took under 10 minutes so proud])

fritz you are being witholding again

beatrice daily sun .com

making headlines

oh boy hi

welcome back to the fucked generation

when we last left our protagonist

the tomatoes were yet un-ripe

the locust tree out the bedroom window stood still waving

no-body had swam in the warm salt sea waving

or been stuck in germany twice

to come back and fall in love in perpetuity with the prairie

a sweetness in cider

the storms stay

dreaming of being in a childhood neighbors' house; brady and dani from middle school show choir are here looking at old video stills of us and laughing,

downstairs a real estate woman guides

a sophisticated gay couple on a tour

everywhere there is exquisite blown glass, vases, sculptures, fixtures

crowding in a mismatched liquid candy flock, a table is a giant white shallow bowl on a claw pedestal, swirled in carnival colors

transparent and opaque

the couple hems and haws

did you ever see a sky quite like

on the roof just now i saw someone watching me open my arms to the golden rain and animal clouds, in the old folks' building across the street, i saw them as i turned they darted to a more secluded window, that is the first rule of watching, no sudden shameful movements

anyway this storm says she'll scour you with science,

hots and colds and friction,

electric chrysanthemum blooms

vivo el mundo

someday when i am wealthy and have free time i will host lavish parties for world cup games and i will have a buffet of foods and boozes from each country playing. in the mean-time i will eat chips and salsa and cashews.

a man just strolled by my building singing a bizarre growling free-style jazz country tune, interspersed with angry grunts and full-body pauses to puff a smoke. i watched him for two blocks.

sometimes i realize that i look forward to some theoretical day where i will feel okay about how i feel in my body forever more, why do i feel like this day exists in the future, can it even, what am i doing so wrong