milking the cow.

i remember looking at these hands and willing them to do something, something special, anything.

classical guitar lessons are going reasonably well, at least –

in a hotel room in amsterdam, net is naked in the bed across from me, and i know she would like it if i joined her –

these days, dont get me wrong, these hands are busy, today proper washerwoman style, and the veins are popping up like they should.

i made mac and cheese the other day. according to an ancient family reccipe. i made it even better with wasabi. and a cracked gruyere crust. just saying

T Bears nautical termed cocktail was Bacardi and coke with lemon today – a quadruple measure of – I was hammered before the wine was opened – the pasta peppered with black olives was very good, still –

 

as i lie
with this crystal across my chest
i think of your geode
and the light of universes
from which it is pressed

 

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March 29, 2018

Wow. The last lines of this entry took me out at the knees. Going to turn those lines over and over in my head for a bit…..stones in a rock tumbler, shoes in a dryer, iced tea being stirred in a tall crystal glass…