Juxtapose

I get up, crawl out of bed, stumble into the bathroom to yank this moldy cotton sock out of my mouth.

I roll over, take a good long look, and try to separate out the tapestry of feelings

I stumble around the house for about half an hour before finally grabbing my sweatsuit and going out for a run.

Back to sleep. Two hours later I wake up, refreshed, and slide out of bed to stretch like the cat I pretend to be.

Toast. Milk. KMFDM at bastard volumes. Raymond Watts trying to have sex with my senses.

Rain-damp air. Green grass. Familiar voices I've never heard before.

Today's work is writing, painting. Still so many things to do.

Today I save the world. Or just one person in it.

Reason. Intuition. It's all the same in a bowl of tired old soup.

I know you, boy.

Yawn and go back to sleep. Tomorrow's another day.

We're walking in the air / We're floating in the moonlit sky.