i'm a creature of night. i love it at 3:00 a.m. and the house is tight against the winter chill. and those sounds, those night sounds, of indistinct origin ping against the grey matter locked in the skull. i love fall and winter.
summer is fun too but man i got the summertime blues. i blame the heat, the smoke smudged air, the long hours at work. when i get home i have to use my fingers to hold open my eyelids for i am exhausted. i manage to read a little, watch the olympics a little. i haven't seen a judo match but i did watch a couple of tae kwon do matches last night. close enough.
and if i'm in full whine mode i haven't written a poem in a week or so. yep, that is a long time. well, fresh hell, as i like to quote the danish poet paul lefleur, being a poet is not writing a poem but finding a new way to live. i'm trying paul, i am really trying. so let me not get all knotted up about my blues. let me have another poet express how i feel.
ladies and gentlemen, mr. eddie cochran.