Dawn
Fat black crows are patrolling my windows, gliding back and forth like eagles beyond the too-wide expanses of glass. They've been doing it for three weeks now, ever since it got warm...there's probably a nest here somewhere. It's just as well, it adds a bit of suspense, never knowing when one of those cat-sized birds might drone through the early light and startle the shit out of me.
The sky is golden, it is salmon and cyan and shell pink, all the sky colors in the Crayola box. The fat black bird glides by, sudden as a bad thought, shadow gone like a hallucination just as the startle fires. Nevermore, and fancy that, that my lost Lenore might find his way at this late hour to a low-rent apartment complex somewhere in northwest Illinois. Very funny, har de fucking har, if you will.
I've been away a while, really from any journal work at all. It has been a strange, strange spring, and summer promises worse...I'm actually very excited though. I have a feeling this will be a good summer.
love
kimmo
The sky is golden, it is salmon and cyan and shell pink, all the sky colors in the Crayola box. The fat black bird glides by, sudden as a bad thought, shadow gone like a hallucination just as the startle fires. Nevermore, and fancy that, that my lost Lenore might find his way at this late hour to a low-rent apartment complex somewhere in northwest Illinois. Very funny, har de fucking har, if you will.
I've been away a while, really from any journal work at all. It has been a strange, strange spring, and summer promises worse...I'm actually very excited though. I have a feeling this will be a good summer.
love
kimmo