Archive for August 31st, 2011

It smells, I said, Like blue, the way all things light blue and scented smell. That is just how it smells. I said that. In rambling, in a safe place, to a safe face. I said that because I let my guard down, and knew it was blue, there were crows to be counted, and drinks to be drunk. But I could say anything. Ramblings over countless coffee and leafy phases have escaped me. I choose to feel is that by which I have no means for practice. Engage me; I beg of you. Ask me not what I think, ask me what I see. I will provide you with the cacophony of my mind. But ask me only if you be so inclined. That is why I ask you. I have not the attention or time for t.v. and computer, but to your voice I will listen. To your words I will think and to yourself I will question. I am inclined, as I have said, to do, after all, as little as possible for a klondike bar.