everything
feels
like an accident lately, which isn't
a bad thing when you're pinballing at top
speed and loving it, a marked energy increase
with the changing season, rain and wind charge the
air, late
summer sun molten on golden leaves, a last gasp
before winter.
had to peek into a wall but my thrashed 6" holesaw
walked so i stepped down to a
tile bit, exposed ancient wallpaper buried
under super tough 1970s cement/glue board. the
pattern resembles an asterisk, which is
funny because just hours earlier i was perusing a
book
of
drawings by kurt
vonnegut, who included a similar drawing of
an
assh*le in his signature.