daylight saves, just like Jesus
��������� �����on a bender of the insomnia division -practicing long division in the air, fingers sketching out the lines and the numbers idly, noticing the absurd smoothness of my palm, rubbing forefingers together - forming an eventual clenched fist, and ceasing.
blueberry pop-tart and the thought of living with corey in the fall. excited for the New Dynamic of the seasons shifting already - trying to find a place, a way, to live up here on campus rather than returning home all summerlong...
and tonight, guitar. i finally peel the untuned fender acoustic out of its ancient leather-esque case, and sit with it dumbly. jonnynoise happens by, and in his inimitable way, tunes it for me. we talk for a long while about radiohead & such. [myxomatosis .. ]
jake happens by, and i start to decipher the vast cryptogram of tabulature - my fingers are uncrooked quite unsteadily as i hold a half-conversation with kaylen about running away to somewhere seedy, a hotel with peeling paint on the walls, separating M&Ms by colour on a long table. i am yearning to jump, leap, bound. dynamic, crazy energy. i am going to start going to the gym. eventually. or something.
guitar chords. learning "down on the corner" by credence clearwater revival. easy chords - Poorman's Chords, jake calls them. C, G, F. or E. "biggest cop-out song of all time," he explains, sits down, straps the capo on the neck, and plays the opening riffs to tom petty's "free fallin'"
a euphoric sense of conversion and completion today, but so much is left undone.
clothes are piled up in the corner of my room, neatly folded. a box of envelopes, untouched. imagination like molasses tonight. slow freighters down clogged shipping lanes -
this yard grows bigger every day and the other week i hopped on the train, cutting through state lines, to comfort you as the crow flies
did you know, my sweet, yeah, that i once took the liberty of watching you in your sleep?