Friday

  • Solomon Burke
  • imagine deeds, make list, begin a desked day. Tick, cross, underscore.
  • anger confuses scares frightens me. Not the anger of anger, its thickness floods toward me as viscous as molasses that casts away how I make sense of things. Ideas are outside of me, haptic, graspable and distant as objects. Anger erases this and I end up with no compass map road.