morning and night

(a.m.) woke buried in a mountain of covers wrapped like a strange mummy from dead lands and layed there thinking of my dreams (those slow city walks chasing a man named herrkirk trying to find out what he's getting at with my numb-mouthed sidekick, errant-boy, god)
(p.m.) when it was going on, which is before i woke, while the comforter was pulled up and around my head like a dark cabin (such as i haven't done since i was ten) but i did it in my sleep before i woke and the ungaurded mind was building dreams that made all the sense of a crackpot aluminum siding salesman and despite the long walks and chasing, listening to cops prattle on in coffee shops about some steak place chain and it's owners, when waking (a.m.) i felt rested.

2004-12-02 | 8:39 a.m.
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