Thursday, July 19, 2007

Rockport Maine. Glorious drizzle.
The 96% humidity of Boston liquified
my flesh, made me want to lie down
free of all clothes on white sheets,
motionless, barely a breath.
The air felt thick, woolen, furred.
Brain matter turned to sludge,
all thoughts slowed to the speed
of a swamp.

1 comment:

  1. sleep. Nothing to do but sleep. And coffee when necessary. And then of course, alchohol. and then more sleep.
    If you can't beat 'em, .....