night sitting memories, tunes play from the visit of the best musician’s travis levity , and nahko, each came two weeks apart, each recorded a song, and jammed, each, left the brief aura of music, ever passing music and in the mean time i went to the east on many vehicles we filled a dingy tan dodge truck with giant steel pieces, rusted, and, new, home, and farmin, precious, and practical, each and all and every goes into the uhaul, its the ride to darks’ new farm,
this is a fire newt you can hold it in your palm. it is docile for if it is eaten certain death follows
spring is in full bloom. wild flowers everywhere. amazing
dark is happy
and on it i much a brownie and trip with the great expanse of road, on my lap in Tulsa, he sleeps, i reap the best of the ipod and meditate with a 40 minute track of breathing chants, and now the chant is still with me, i chant with ariel, i chant alone, i chant in the aids memorial garden, and its an empty hollow, i chant for good work, i chant for creation of good work, i go to second and third interviews for cafe jobs and wonder at the seriousness of men who ask my hopes and dreams over a nine dollar job, at home ariel is sleeping she has had a long day, my mother has returned from costa rica, with my father, i want to call her daily, she is home again, soon they will visit, maybe in june, what will life be like then, much like this, or more purpose…more purpose, i write rhymes for the roadshow, i ponder 420, my love snuggles the blanket and sighs, love to you tonight.