unite like a night train unites with the night

september and we were super together and you were natural like a farmer to me you were a farmer and i coulda been a farmer's wife with a farmer's tan and your name written in raspberry juice up and down the curves of my chest and we would not be smiling all the time dripping with honeymoon anymore, for seconds maybe yes, but mostly working and class and working our ass off and classes with glasses cause i don't see as good anymore gettin older, i guess and history looks a little different behind us if we were to look back upon the vistas without falling into it. i would rather fall into you and what you are doing, the hours behind a wheel of a truck, the 12 hour days or doubles, and yes i am single still, are you? if i pull with my arm will you blast your horns? shine your light this way, my love, we could unite like a night train unites with the night but the day will come when we see things for how they really are and would you want me then would i want you? i love you now and you care about me and that is a tasty concoction with shaved ice hoping not to get crushed at the foot of a celery stalk, melting the summer suns into autumn.

journal # 08.31.16

all i got this morning is a lot
all i got this morning is enough
all the soft edges of society dissolve like stitches

'precious dawn' by k

the last polite evening has come and gone
august given away by september
fade to dawn

'see' by k

saturdays in september (3 takes)

In september a saturday in the USA might be full of surprises, you see, the kids wake up to no school and that makes them especially happy, the husbands of wives sometimes are the same, excited for the long-awaited football game, and the mothers may be busy in the kitchen all morning, of course i am talking in a very conventional sense of roles... what i ask makes it so uncomfortable these days to speak of convention like so? i would hit the delete key and hold that puppy down and gone all the words they would go. 

In september a saturday for vitamin K in the USA ... work, coffee, weekend begins after dawn, feeling quite free, friends, rest, river, cooking, reading, bicycling, sun in the backyard watching cats and birds and squirrels, running, cycling, walking, writing, reading, thinking, resting, coffee, meds, phone calls, making videos, listening to jazz or classical or am radio, highlights of the scores of the games going on, netflix, cooking, thinking, writing, walking to the store, driving somewhere, meditating, anywhere, reading aloud to a friend. 

In september a saturday in the USA might be just another day, you have to go to work because you need to get paid, the kids must be tracked down by someone, where are they? they did not come home last night, their bedroom and clothes smell of marijuana you suppose, and your partner lays in bed doing nothing... i guess you can microwave some oatmeal, let's see, everything so cleverly processed, everything so rainbow, so LGBT. You can take a handful of vitamins or norcos on coffee, anything to find some relief from the tension of trying to make the ends meet.