Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Sunday, January 26, 2014

sunday miscallany.

i look at my facebook
and see all the people i'll never know again
and a little facsimile of life.
outside there is a blue sky
as expansive as the wings of the biggest bird.
on the radio theres all those sad country songs,
those honky-tonk lagoons.
last night, i left a paper trail of paper napkins
picking up your spills
all up and down Manchester.
live a little,
fuck up your sunday morning.
those cigarettes never go away
they just get smoked by other people
billowing off into late evening pop songs.
    -i wondered
for a moment
at all that intangible
all those streets
with people
cat-eyed
thinking it was summer
just because it warmed up to 55 degrees.
-there is the concrete object
of my tea mug
backdropped by that big bad blue sky
and that slopping hill
with 8 trees.
i walk around to cool off last night's steam
and it fizzles into the shade
like chimney-smoke
and a hangover
from another era
and a computer screen
on
the couches of life.