someone I’ve been writing with asked me what my poetry is about. I’ve gotten that question before and usually don’t make a real attempt to answer. or I might make a very casual, off the cuff attempt that doesn’t contain anything I believe in very thoroughly. for some reason in this case I feel like trying to make a sincere attempt to determine what it’s about and devise a brief explanation. so I promised to think about it. I’ve never thought about it very much. and partly because I have barely written any in years I don’t feel like any harm could come from trying to explain it. also… the interloc sternly warned against vague answers. I’m not allowed to say it’s about “life”.

I’m averaging about 1.25 new mottos per day lately. the newest one is stop thinking and work.

First time in the new 7-11, just now. it makes me feel like a 1st class U.S. citizen when I can walk into a bright, clean 7-11 and buy a cliff bar and a 99 cent bag of doritos.

I don’t have to tell you what it means for my donut life. It means I have one.

I read today that average dc home prices have gone up 7 percent in the last year. I’m going to be rich. “woot.” it’s never too soon to begin a new wave of irrational exuberance.

I have some more now. I know… have

thought I’d try no coffee. I’m going to un-try that

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I napped a lot yesterday. today is sunday. go to the gym. then maybe nap. I’m eating breakfast. I did a social thing outside my apartment last night. this iced coffee is tasty. it’s making me a little bit sleepy, but is also making me believe in change we can believe in and stasis we can believe in. for anaxameder said, without stasis there can be no change, and without change there can be no stasis. it is as the lyre and the bow, said he to exoskeleton, for without the bow does the creek run in place, forming the outer sphere.

here is most of one of the watermelons:

I was only able to harvest maybe 2/3 of the beans before I became exhausted from harvesting so many beans. For perspective, this is a huge pot, about as big as a smart car:

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I got my scoot back today. that was sweet. took them a hell of a long time to get done with it, and I was pretty pissed about it at times, but it looks perfect. the paint match is perfect.

the baking soda worked.  it’s definitely not a placebo effect.   I’m amazed.   no stink at all.  barely even a smell.  definitely less than half of a library smell.

I like richard brautigan better than louis zukofsky. I like louis zukofsky better than dr. phil. I like dr. phil better than sarah palin. pause. pause. I think that’s it.

I just got a little feeling, after I hit return twice. it was a feeling like “it’s ok”. that’s the second time I’ve gotten that feeling today. both times it lasted less than a second. the memories will last a lifetime.

I spotted this headline today: Fatal crash may be linked to dead woman.

I’m sorry it’s thursday. I did work. I guess I’m going to meet a stranger. tomorrow. I haven’t been drinking beer much lately, except for monday at the bar. lately I find it somewhat disorienting to drink even one beer alone. I get a sugar high. it’s too cosmic. sounds of weed wacker. I made a pretty good deposit. I’m eating a large sandwich then I will be sleepy. I paid the water bill.

my advice to you. it”s thursday. my knees are tip top. we live in kites.