Make it go away

I dreamt that I was inside the grandest train station in Mexico, not unlike the subway at 42nd St. There are signs pointing to Canada and Vietnam. I haven't written in months. My chest is really heavy. There's a lot of uncertainty at the moment. I also just found out that Ned Vizzini committed suicide last 2013. Then I wrote yesterday: "It's that feeling I have when playing a game I thought isn't that perfect, like I could make a really minor adjustment at the start that would magically change how the gameplay goes, so I'd quit and start anew, except now I can't really quit and start over."

Halang

Just as I was alighting the bus, I found an old woman, well into her 80s, reading a book by James Patterson. I could only manage to see the chapter title - which I forgot.

Notice

we sold all our possessions
except for a vial of the smell of hot showers in the bathroom
(metallic, warm and low sillage) with the shower head now plucked and auctioned.

we laid on the bare floors - no carpets or cords,
no scurrying roaches, all drab and dust
and footprints fading, and a bag of used clothes.

the rooms are all soaked in the natural light - the curtains
have been folded and given away to relatives in the province.
we threw the windows open to let it breathe.

there were no buzz or hums one is used to hear in a household.
you can make out the faces on the ceiling
and see slugs crawling down empty electric sockets.

soon birds chase each other as they hover and flutter around the rooms.
then the homeless, shaking from the cold. wrapping poop in newspaper.

Utilities

Life: It would be sad to think that you'd be using it for a long time.

Hungry seas




Maybe you're the presence
That begs needing other reasons
I got "Summer still looks pretty"
I got hungry for the hungry seas
Oh, living for the people
That have nothing but their blues
And I have nothing to be nervous about
Hungerin' over you