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.