later
it is later and i am about 15 feet away from the spot at which at whence last we spoke, at which last i rattled diatribonous mental plungins into the warm summer air. winds howl around the place, which was empty when i arrived but now is alarmingly filled with human beings, human bodies representing most of the available nationalities, as it turns out… oh, wait. just a couple of continents. it‘s what it is, it‘s where it is… the hot summer winds are what i wanted to report. hot summer winds. and the oblivion of my attentions, attentions to and fro.
bar buddies look different in direct sunlight. gray hairs revealed. pouty puffy cheeks that look like cocksucking in the dark of the late night bar are complaining, sour, middle aged ventricles in the brazen wake of day. like neon lights in direct sunlight,like the clownishly made-up elderly hooker at the transient diner, the mentally romanced human body looks like a brick away from its intellectual dumpster.
i happen to think the gray hairs are shexy.
…..
i am yawning and my innards lurch into asthma, or asthma-esque depths. why can i not catch my breath at times? again?
