By Arthur Karbowski
i was sitting yesterday, attempting inspiration by
osmosis. i saw my friend randomly stop to
read. i remember being on that roof above the
stop. it was pleasantly summer. i was scoping
today: waiting to note a contract. i saw a man
ghosting down the stairs.
the other day napping: George (Bernard Shaw): "God is
in the music." that was followed by, in a
thick rushin' accent, "I don't give a shit
what you think!"
later that night i had a semi-date; we didn't go out,
but in. i heard second-hand that my little
brother hates to be touched. her hands are
almost as long as mine and calloused.
i have come to the conclusion that my preconceptions
many days i hunger for the aphony of folk. i go to my
favorite white chair and do this again.
later yesterday i went to see about hearing better.
for now i'm still hearing accurately. i shared some
newfound fresh spirit with her (an
unexpected(?) treat) and she looked at me with
those lake eyes and...
why i will share music with anyone: music is more
important to the soul than food is to the
my philobabblings must be correct! i will surely
months ago i was coming home. it was a wonderfully
misty, grey day. i found myself traveling
through Éire's emerald earthy Eden. Tara is a
last night i could easily have been arriving in
Samhain: by Roman measure an ugly pagan vagary. a
beautiful celebration of life after life;
i keep the innocent image to savor at my leisure.
today i say a dervish in the sun and i was
done. tomorrow will not be such a day. [↑]
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