A Good Kind Of Crazy
I know, I know, I disappeared, I stepped back into the ephemera, into the ephemeral, like ever so many cotton-swabbed early morning clouds, but now, howabout this, howabout I'm wide awake, it's morning?
(It's a shift in scale, that's all. It's a restructuring of time sensitive activities, it's a organic withering of some and a green sprouting of others. Don't hold it against me (if I told you that you had a lovely body?). See, that there, that's what you do. Soften up the crowd with light flattery. )
Portland is showing itself off, now, in its old theaters and city-jutting promontories and hand-holding thus hyphenated people. Someone else said something about the days getting longer and the hemlines getting shorter. Hair, too, we're all in getting groomed for nothing but ideas and sunshine. It's almost pathetic, except that you wouldn't be able to sit us down long enough to tell us we are. We are too full-up of simmering summer ideas. Like a curse, but only the good kind.
And howzat for saying nothing at all concrete?
(It's a shift in scale, that's all. It's a restructuring of time sensitive activities, it's a organic withering of some and a green sprouting of others. Don't hold it against me (if I told you that you had a lovely body?). See, that there, that's what you do. Soften up the crowd with light flattery. )
Portland is showing itself off, now, in its old theaters and city-jutting promontories and hand-holding thus hyphenated people. Someone else said something about the days getting longer and the hemlines getting shorter. Hair, too, we're all in getting groomed for nothing but ideas and sunshine. It's almost pathetic, except that you wouldn't be able to sit us down long enough to tell us we are. We are too full-up of simmering summer ideas. Like a curse, but only the good kind.
And howzat for saying nothing at all concrete?