the thing is, surely—even uneasily
approx 9:20pm
i handle myself better in writing
i’m too afraid to plug in and turn on the desk lamp
hovering here
dead
for want of release
from its infernal low thought drowning buzz

[notes for another time]
approx. 6:35pm
walking to campus to meet a student for a late conference
i was stopped by the sound of two men repairing a
roof four stories up. the blue glow shouted out of the
blow-torch – like an inhuman growl permeating the
[realm of the [world below]]. The flames held me entranced
against the blue-black sky of the almost night. As the
men performed their crazy ritual dance – stamping
out the spinning (glorious) sparks.

approx 6:40pm
walking away from the university building. through the throng
and general din of students – i heard a woman’s voice
singing angie stone – probably to her headphones – maybe
a block or more away – her song—gorgeous—in my head
and it carried me where i was going long
after she was gone.

approx 6:45pm
*[after thought title]
the hard clang of my hand against the metal door
handle of the coffee house where I agreed to meet
you – sounded like the resounding idea that there are too many rings
here and not enough hands.
*[where it well]