January 2011
9 posts
January, you filthy whore.
I’m a little depressed, I think. It is cold out, I hate my new job which double blows because I’m stuck in it for a year, and my cat will not stop peeing in my bed. I am in a slump. I can’t seem to stop feeling…
phleaurghhh.
It’s a terrible malaise.
Night Journey
Now as the train bears west, Its rhythm rocks the earth, And from my Pullman berth I stare into the night While others take their rest. Bridges of iron lace, A suddenness of trees, A lap of mountain mist All cross my line of sight, Then a bleak wasted place, And a lake below my knees. Full on my neck I feel The straining at a curve; My muscles move with steel, I wake in every nerve. I watch a...
