A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i'll paint a picture for you until i can learn a good lullabye i need a cloudy day to go with this jazz, not this hazy blue striving for some uncertain and likely unattainable clarity, not with all these cars spitting exhaust into this pale ocean overhead. i walked slowly into the sunset last night and the transition from daylight was the like the ebb tide, clouds like the rolling shape of the sand or soil beneath the receding light. the bright reds and oranges and amethyst purples like some vivid hallucinogenic seafoam on this shore in my head, like someone watching the currents and eddies on a video monitor and distorting the colors lady day singing softly from these speakers i keep stashed around my desk, in my cube. if there were more clouds more often i would envy my fellow cube dwellers with the nice window seats i need a little rainfall to go with this jazz 3:37 p.m. - 2003-01-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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