Habitual

so,
i'm still doing that thing ...
i'm still in the habit.

haven't broken it yet.

haven't tried to, really.

still don't know if i'm ready to ...

stop

reaching for your smooth skin across my bed in the mourning when you're not in my bed at all.

that's habit.

i know you're not here. in my head, i mean. my head knows it. i can say it even in my sleep. you're not here.

it's just my hands. and my face. and my cheeks. and my lips. and my toes. my cold feet.

those parts of me.

they forget ...

... they reach for you still.

they forget.

not me, though.
i remember.

it's just a habit. that's all. i'll tackle it ...

... one of these days ...

Drippety Drip Monday Morning Praying

so, i woke this morning.

reluctantly.

drippety dripping going on outside.

i couldn't so much hear it, as i could feel it.

and i was right. correct, anyway.

i was correct.

i tiptoe shuffled into kitchen for a peppermint coffee to give myself something to chastise myself about later ... ah, my eating habits ... tsk, tsk

and there, barely visible through the wide-open view,

drippety
drip
dripping

going on for a while, i presume

ah, gray skies.

my favorite.

alas, tis monday,
forsooth, boss is out on spring break holiday,
oh no, not me.

i'm here.

yay drippety drip monday.
yay office to myself.
yay happy sunshine boys.

every
single
day

spring break

please, god, help me know how to keep happy sunshine smiles on their smooth and freckled faces

please, god, help me know how to keep their happy afros bobbing

please, god, keep us all in that

spot

in that

place

keep us all in our own

om sweet om

ah ... if we could all just look after ourselves, look after our own, look after our Selves,

oh, what a beautiful thing we would bee

photos by Mike Temple.
03/2008
http://www.myspace.com/mctjazz
Thank you, Boss.

Snow through Blossoms - Texas in March

Insomniyacker as Amila

The Second Night

The Great Tree(house) D-Bait

(gorillaz. clint eastwood.)

and then?

and then,

a treehouse talk. it got very serious for a moment when amie insisted she hated the whole idea and had decided (sublime. what i got.) that she was going to live in a tree.

period.

skip the house altogether ...

much to the chagrin of d.

so she insisted it once more -