I’m lonely
luckily
the mail came
but not all the way
had to go to the mailbox
think the chilly air helped.
A fresh beer.
Broke myself of the television habit.
Listening to Pearl Jam and Phish
and Wiz Khalifa.
Not as much company
as four 12-year-old pundits
telling me Obama’s tan
suit is proof he’s a Muslim
jihadist waging class-warfare.
Florence & The Machine
and Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors
and Brian Lopez.
A re-make of “She’s Not There.”
Ha! She’s napping
with the dogs. Like I said,
lonely….
Anyway, the mail…
got a calendar
from New England Runner
remember when every mother
and his uncle
gave you a calendar?
I do.
Got a movie
about a scream looking for a mouth.
Should be fun.
Got a book.
a New York Times blurb
on the front cover
“A raunchy, funny, swaggering,
angry cocksure book”
Maybe I’ll read.
And get another beer.
Imagine myself
swaggering.