Making yourself a cup of coffee in the dark, using a flashlight when you pour the boiling water.
Morning's recorded dream, fading: through other eyes, dark plume of a Cuban freighter - fading with the horizon it navigates across the mind's gray screen.
Three in the morning.
Let yesterday arrange itself around you in flat schematic images. What you said - what she said - watching her pack - dialing the cab. However you shuffle them they form the same printed circuit: you, standing in the rain, screaming at the cabby.
COMMENTS
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Joli
06:24 Oct 08 2009
Very very nice. Now I have images with odd new connections tugging at my imagination. Thank you, sir.
SkyeBloodrose
21:24 Oct 08 2009
Sweet.