Day



It's a benevolent universe:

Some days you just know.



Kicking your feet

off the side of the bed

down to the floor

again

in the pre-dawn

gloom



I worked with a fellow

once in ladies' shoe sales.

Ed, in Atlanta,

who passed this

assimilated mantra

on to me

in (to his undying credit)

an offhand moment:



sometimes

you just have to say,

fuck it

It's always something and

it's always some bullshit



anyway,

the pre-dawn gloom

and redundant thaw

this February day



(my God. purchased Steve Earle's Jerusalem album today:

...listening to it now....the controversial John Walker's Blues just came on...

this is a devastatingly good song & recording...might have guessed...

the hatchet job the Media Whores wanted to let down on S.E., a couple months back for this gem...

this entire album: highly recommended...on musical merits alone...)



and a feeling of wanting

to enter into some kind

of mental clearing,

some clarity



brings this wayback

retail postulate

back

to the fore



And it's true:

they can depress your wages

they can surely depress your outlook

but they can't touch your soul,



your process



Introduce some new fish

into your inner aquarium



There, I've assimilated the postulate.



So to all:

a good night