summer dummer thoughts.

cruel world.

just said hello again. I have no plans of saying goodbye.
because I have a lovely daughter and they still play the blues
somewhere. and I miss my wife.

a good evening, my dearie, when I am up working at night and I go to
sleep in the morning when everything else melts along with me in the
summer heat. lava lamp my ass.

the world is not cruel after all, the people are.

-o0o-

so, if this were some other thing.

Like if things were a little colder and things were a little farther away and things were a little faded to see anymore, and if things seemed like they were not there anymore, and if all familiar things seem a little smaller and if things were a little desperate and if things were so changed they were not the same anymore and if things were so harder than ever before and if things were numbing you down to ice and if things just shouldn't happen and if all these things were getting more serious than yesterday.

Would you still call it your life.

Or some other thing.

tangerine tofu.

I remember a morning, still dark, I burned my tongue on hot tofu, and tasted sweetness at the same time. Not a contrast, but pain and sweetness seem to be strange bedfellows.

So, this is Manila in another way. and being alone.

And yes, don’t forget the rain.

You know, you still pull my strings however far. I should wash my whatifs with the purple rain that would be falling this afternoon.

-o0o-

vertigo and tunnel vision.

I mean right now, and there’s this tic in my lower right eyelid. and perhaps hunger plays a large part, but the food I am looking for is miles away.

Like everything is miles away.

Or kilometers, or whatever way you want to measure it.