To chill beats while they’re on a walk.
Played catch with Jackie. Always makes me happy, and that he wants me to throw the ball with him.
Hoping to run today, but that probably won’t happen. Already nearing 80 degrees, 10:18am.
This track has me at the river, somewhere in Oregon… writing poems by a bank, a rock…
Fish jumping out of the water to tell me to keep writing and while in flight maybe get a bite.
Poems in this covid cloud –
From this corner –
This goddamn smaller than small for small people desk.
Need compose and constitute self with more architecture,
More stricture and structure …
The verse is my church
Discovering new language in self
New beat and blood
Streets and pleasantly percussive thuds.