SQUEALING GRUNTS & BITCRUSHED PUNCTUATIONS: 

 

Blame it on the Sun, but I’m in the mood for something hard 

to listen to. I was just getting into the rain, pulling the 

duvet over my head, then Summer sent an echo, a pep, a 

bouncing step & a perky disposition. I was already out of 

condition by the time the sunlight hit, setting of a chain 

reaction of emotions I’d packed in the attic, back of the 

Christmas decorations. 

Hitting deadlines, time lines with a fistful of lists, 

muscles in involuntary spasms carrying me in jerks & fits. 

Time slipped, folded, buckled, tested for endurance I was 

found wanting. Thought I could do it all, make every appointment, 

but left too many people stranded, waiting at the station,

calling me on the telephone, laughing, destinations, job 

descriptions overlapping, someone in the corner, on a keyboard, 

– gotta love that rhythm. 

 

So I’m rinsing the head out on ‘Without Noticing’ by FIRE.

 

It’s been a good day.

 

(K)