summertime blues

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.