Boddingtons afternoon relief like mist in a hot shower. I share the sun warmed paving stones with the neighborhood animals. Laying on my back in a pool of bright, I observe the nation flag of a spider, its web blowing and flowing between two trees above me. Ebbing. Pulsing. Convulsing. It stands up to much beautiful abuse. So much so that I will have to check on it again tomorrow. See if it still stands in its solidarity. Today I am Steinbeck, tomorrow Foucault, yesterday Bukowski. If you don't understand or believe me its just as well. We are not cut of the same cloth. Today I am alone. Hydrate. Meditate. Medicate. Labels. Medication is by balance. Or unbalance. I will kill someone today it is in my DNA. Slingshots come to mind for some reason. And sports agents. It's a reality check for the homeless I heard the man say. What is happening when hipsters are categorizing other people as hipsters? Is this cannibalism? A form of incest? What does it mean when the serpent begins to devour its own tail? Vacuum theory. When the college bikinis move out who moves in to fill their spot on the lawn in the park? I'll wait. And observe. Violent suppression of the instincts Language is more than words. The energy and meaning conveyed by a smile can be felt, but not heard, nor spoken.
