the sun just came up
into the window on the 8th floor
here.
the white room lit up.
blue skies, little bit of ocean haze,
and the sound of the freeway.
i slept well. Hanson is still slumbering.
sleeping like a sprinter.
me, i'm a nervous timetrialist.
one shot, quantitative, visible.
listening to a classical tribute to the
band Radiohead. . . versions of songs that got me
through last season.
yah, this year is kind of the same, but a little
bit more
of a sophiticated
twist.
no more living out the volkswagen truck.