Scenes from a long, cold winter: Hard pillows. Too much snow. Not enough coffee. Staring out windows into the gray. Wet asphalt. Headless snowmen. Sprouts. Catching up on iTunes. Ringing in the New Year with vomiting 17-year-olds and a kick to the skull. Philip Roth's "The Dying Animal" and "Everyman." Jim Harrison's "The Farmer's Daughter" and "The Summer He Didn't Die." Searching for signs of life. Staying still. Wondering what happened. Plotting a return to the Adirondacks. Looking for mountains to climb.
Finally starting to feel my age. Mystery bruises. Dirty carpets. Baby corn. Ancient maps of Chicago. Fifty Nine. Broken doors. Broken bones. Broken branches. Broken hearts. Cracks in the driveway. River Road. Icicles that could kill a man (or a woman). Envelopes that never come or take so long to get here that they might as well have never come. Too few zeroes. Villains. Wondering where I went wrong. Stripped screwheads. Sore knees. The metallic taste of blood. My last good decision. Downtown. Hairy legs.
Asparagus. Bags of apples. Ten pounds of blueberries. Sweating from hot mustard. Bars that deserve to be out of business. Green hotels -- not environmetally conscious ones, just green ones, as in pea or neon or emerald. Ends. Beginnings. Middles. Crossword puzzles. "The Far Side" cartoons. Spinning in circles. Already dead.
Clocks ticking. "Groundhog Day" starring yours truly. Letting days pass as if they don't mean anything. "The Happiness Project." Religion. Apathy. Murderous thoughts. Kindness. Holding doors. Kisses on cheeks. Kisses on lips. Kisses on open mouths. Scraping. Hardness. Movement. Fumbling. Gyrations. Hesitation. Stains. Dry-cleaning bills.
Why Guns 'N Roses sucks. Stretching. Getting ready for something to break or tear. Bikinis. Working at the hot-dog stand. Relish, anyone? William S. Burroughs "novels." Phones so quiet they might as well be unplugged. Nudes. The Clark. Driving to Boston. Heading west. Melting snow. Swollen rivers. Cold-blooded creatures emerging, feeding, fertilizing, repopulating. Thawing.
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