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After Summer Sosltice

my very first priority for the day
was to sleep in as late as
possible.
when my foul roommate woke me up
I had to shift to
priority number two:
be as comfortable as
possible -
normal routine be damned.

Upon shuffling my way
into the kitchen,
I discovered a moth,
wet-plastered to a dirty pan.
"I feel your pain, buddy."

Sitting on the couch
next to a glass of water,
I wish I could
devise a way
to get the water in me
without having to
move my arms
or head.
My vacant glazed gaze gathers
itself toward a brochure on the
coffee table:Tips 4 Teens - Alcohol Abuse
I laugh
(only mentally)
and for a moment,
the shaking stops.

Jesus, it's good to
be alive.

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Anonymous said…
Solstice.
Unknown said…
Oops. Thanks, Jeremy :)
Anonymous said…
No problem. I must say, for a guy who spends his time (and money) practicing literary interpretation, I can have loads of fun with this one!
Unknown said…
Jeremy, call me some time, won't you? I'd like to catch up. 620.278.6008

I still listen to Fleet Foxes. They're one of my favorites. Thanks for the recommendation. Any other bands you've been listening to?
Anonymous said…
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Anonymous said…
Okay, I will!

As for the bands, I wish I had time to be a serious band-listener right now. A convoluted alliance of koine Greek, the Torah, and manual labor have conspired against me. So I have to resort to catching random YouTube videos posted on my friends' blogs, like this one from the band OK GO:

http://schreinerpatrick.wordpress.com/2010/03/

(Scroll a little more than halfway down the page, and click on the song, "This Too Shall Pass.")

I know nothing about this song (not even what the heck it is about--for all I know in all my cultural ineptitude, this is the latest sensation). I DO know that it is the hands-down coolest music video ever known to man, and that it forever answers the age-old question that high school freshmen ask their Physical Science teachers the world over: "When will we ever use this in real life?"

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