Monday, November 24, 2008

The Night Watchman


I am playing hooky from work.


Yay for me!


I am writing, writing, writing. Scribbling away. Wearing my fingertips down to nubs.


I am a dark-hearted thing. A rough beast.

There is yet good in me.


I have written all the day long. Now I am going to drink vodka, start a fire (in the fireplace), reheat the Morrocan chicken pot pie I made last night, make a salad of mixed baby greens, red onion, and beets, and await the return of my wife.

I feel good.



Anonymous Anonymous said...

i read you from another coast. my heart is always lifted and re-arranged by the direct beautiful words the revelations/catharsis/re-framing/evolution

11:30 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Yr goddamn right.

This is no place for sissies.

4:27 PM  

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