the day is done

sometimes I wonder what I'm doing
plunging alone
bouncing from windmill to windmill
like the keys on an old player piano
perfectly timed but slightly off-key

woke up really late today
tomorrow will be better
I said that yesterday

reading Snow Crash
the most attractive future
is the dystopian vision
like we're engaged in collective pessimism

I forgot to make a hamichyah
after my energy bar
an offence, forgivable now
more serious as my dreams become true

lucky are those
who have never known
the warmth of a friend in bed
because you can never go back.

Mood: good, with a tinge of lonely