splat #11

watching bob the builder w/ nicholas
almost napping
it can get better and it does
after a long weekend of prose
and drab feelings from me
about turning 40
[not just a # it is an age]
a brilliant funny discussion
on the phone yesterday w/
jonathan hayes
and today's email a 6 word story
by jim mccrary
and 2 poems from john tyson
our front door faces west
and at 7:30 pm
this evening the light is as brilliant
as the hatch ajar
on the spaceship from
speilberg's noble but mostly
execrable close encounters of the 3rd kind
or maybe like the sun
that closed in our orbit
to say hey
stop the shit and go on