Kaleidoscope

Late night.
Sore joints.
Shaky legs.
Bruised arms.

Thinking through exhaustion
is like looking through a kaleidoscope.

Late night.
Frizzy hair.
Heavy eyes.
Ringing ears.

A mysterious melody
is like a jigsaw puzzle.

Late night.
Stiff neck.
Achy head.
Knotted stomach.

Writing in silence
is like drinking alone.

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^ My coffee is wearing off. ^

Why am I feeling pensive at 1am? I drank coffee around 11pm and now it's wearing off and I feel fuzzy. My thoughts are blurry. I have something I want to talk about, but it's both incoherant and inappropriate for this post. Maybe I'll collect myself and put it all together soon, but I probably won't.

Tonight was good. Kevin is Red Bank sounded awesome and felt right, but was far too short for how I'm feeling. Give me another Glen Cove. Give me another Smithtown.



"A good man doesn't drink and I've been drinking alone." - Kevin Devine Ballgame