The Past 48 Hours

Got up.

Got breakfast.

Wrote some lyrics/rambling.

Recorded with Tim.

Wrote/played with Zak and Polo.

Went to see Julian play.

Stayed for a Brooklyn Huey Lewis (thanks Steve) interspersed with some Guitar Hero band in the back room.

Went to sleep.

Got up.

Wrote some lyrics/rambling.

Worked on some textures for my futuristic indie space opera with Daniel.

Went to church choir practice.

Ate a home-cooked meal (thanks Sandy).

Went to a salon/poetry reading to see William and his string trio.

Stayed for a Brooklyn Bob Dylan.

Went to William's house and watched his documentary/music multimedia performance project.

And finally...waited less than 5 minutes for the G train!



Repeat
Wondering if I am:
running away from
avoiding
or onto
something.

Spend the days
creative gaze
one day strayed
into work that paid.
(or got him laid)

Sorry, it rhymed.


You say so little when you say so much.