ruff last night toss and turn trying to find the sweet spot on the pillow instead feeling time tick slowly slowly slowly that when i finally found a bit of sleep the loss was too great i was a zombie at work at home right now words i can understand but even language is rumpled tossed and used to small effect

it was a tuff walk home the rain soaked city cars stuck in traffic people on sidewalks blots of umbrellas bumping their way with such little light

pants soaked glassed fogged to weariness and frustration i have arrived