Monday, March 09, 2009


with an hr gone i'm walking like the undead after a night of necrophagy / what sadist devised daylight savings time anyway / no wait / don't tell me / i don't want to know / i also don't want to know who it was that introduced legislation in congress to move daylight savings up / for it became law / i know have the luxury of feeling like the undead after night of necrophagy / after a 15 hr flight thru 7 time zones / i'm walking in another dimension / i'm moving in the twilight zone / i only wish that i can take the last line of wilfred owen's unfinished poem 'strange meeting' as a cry for help / because i am exhausted but awake / because i lost an hr / because i hear that line and the poem ends by asking to 'let us sleep now. . .'


At 3:00 AM, Anonymous Ernesto Priego said...

still waiting for the photos and approved text, dude! (please) ;)

loving the last posts.

At 6:33 PM, Blogger Okir said...

yeah, the time change is doing a number on me, too. That, and my new regimen of getting up at 5:30a.m. to finish my diss. by end of summer.

At 10:29 PM, Blogger richard lopez said...

muchos gracias, hermano. pics are a'comin'!

jean, my normal wake up call is 6:00 am but as i was telling a friend recently i'm not a morning person. i don't dislike mornings. they are sometimes beautiful. i am simply a middle of the night kinda guy. i love night sounds. like distant traffic noises or at 1:00 am hearing the cry of a train whistle as if it were the only thing left on earth. magic!


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