estamos rodeados.

again,
texas looms near.
the only thing for sure
is: a year does not change much, but
what can?

march 8 one more day.
this could
all end monday.
the end of a year, and
the end of productivity.
the end.

march 7
one more
wonderful and
sunny day ruined by
eating old yogurt long forgot
by me.

march 6
coffee,
library, fro
yo and puppy shops. the
west village is far greater than
i knew.

march 5
"mental
health day". what
could i possibly need
a break from? least of all school twice
a week?

march 4
two shows
in two days. of
course no one cares, but we
give the people what they want: less.
always.

march 3
weird show
in a weird barn.
too cold and wear gloves and
get out of the front row or i'll
mosh you.

march 2
thirty
dollars on fresh
fish spent the day power
fails our building and all food goes
to rot.

march 1
whole foods
indian is
vaguely acceptable,
but the naan is nothing if not
horrid.

february 28 brunch and
you and
me. pea shoots, and
greek lemon sauce, and
poached eggs, parmesan french toast and
mint tea.

february 27
a fine
day to visit
duane "the rock" johnson at
his wax home in times square, next to
ripley's.

february 26
are you
fucking KIDDING
hosea won top chef?
an embarrassment, travesty
all told.

february 25
today
conclusively
it is not pms:
i am in a bonafide god
damn funk.

february 24 even still.
this new
song hurts my hand
and i keep fucking up.
your part is easier and i
hate you.

february 23 not the same
drive to
chili's. so deep
in queens seeking chicken
crispers, we are shut down and get
arby's.

february 22
blowing
off yoga due
to a sore back and just
eating cake is therapy on
its own.

february 21
torrents
confuse me. why
are people still trying
to download life aquatic? it's
not new.

february 20
very much
enjoying these
quiet evenings with
only my streaming netflix and
chumbler.