I had a daydream ...

I have Daniel Merriweather playing;
He sounds like Nina Simone.
I say that's good for this moment.
I remember the dream as a feeling.
I took pills. I drank wine. I put every thing into my bloodstream.
You would never know... he says it.
That's what the dream is like.

Play the game for the love.

Thirsty for the thing spirituals bring.

I am on the circuit. Telepathy is too strong sometimes, I say.
Sports medicine has me down today. Kinesthetics. Athletics.
I got the gratitudinal blues.
Something like survivor's guilt.
I wrote something with my heart, it turned out poignant to others, but somewhat ambiguous to me.

My next move is to be a soul singer.
I am inviting the muse and the cigarettes to do their job.
I once tried to learn to play piano, but became entranced by the hands that were teaching me.
Point A to point B is simple for some.
I have points and pivots and cylindrical black holes with tapered edges in between these

too simple things.

To simplify things:

I also might need to join a band.

Extracurriculars have me wrapped up in the paper-towel tube and the plastic bag like it contains mysticism. Education. Miss Education. My education.
Cryptic.