lamentation

The future is lurking and I see it spying on me, whispering "now what?" through the salt fog and crusty moon spits before me.

Have you what it takes to forge on without the net it wonders, wonders in my mind at night when the jazz is slow and low as the light.

I see the future bending and shaping under the graceful gaze of the past, undulating, modulating hungry, waiting and fast.

bad hat, Harry

I done good.
I'm retiring from my job in a couple of months. The wife knows now. I broke it to her. She didn't flinch. I have good reason to feel all full of myself and relax and banish the dread to a place in the past and move forward into a new phase of life. I can congratulate myself for not falling victim to institutionalization as some of my long time co-workers have done past their point of diminishing returns only to be even more miserable than me.
Living the dream now.

rebirth

A new era is beginning and I feel that "ants in the pants" I used to get before going to the swimming pool as a kid. I have announced my intentions at my job and I have 2 and a half months left to dwell on a 21 year history of working in the same place every day in the same miserable cube on the same miserable bouncing, overloaded and dusty second floor of the same miserable 2nd rate office building downtown for the same miserable government entity every fucking miserable day. I'm free to pursue other avenues. I'm free from a job I've learned to walk away from without looking back. I'm free at last.

picking and dreaming

Man these health kicks are killing me. Besides abandoning alcohol and it's evil destruction, I have ceased inhaling hot poisonous gas. Will I live longer as a result of these life shattering changes? Probably not and who would want to in this fucked up world? The days are brighter however and the soul's daily forays are less despondent so on the bright side, it feels like living longer whether it is or not. So I must be doing something right. I guess I must be squeezing more sensation into the moment now that I'm no longer numb to the moment. That's a good thing since the oppression of the Cube World is a major counter point to my supposed well being and thus keeping my balance in a flux most of the time not to mention my poor sainted mother's affliction that bleeds my tolerance dry. All I can do is nod knowingly and await the next crisis to rear it's ugly head.