i lounge around watching jazz
musicians strum stretched scales with
blue fingers, blue veins, blue morphine,
blue heroin--their heroine belts blue from
hospital beds bent behind the last curve
of the burnt bridge to your house where
you, blackened and singed, lounge--
watching me dance in blue boots,
scorching through parched men,
and saying 'yes' for the first time,
in a long time, to blue morphine,
blue heroin, and Lady Day who belts blue
across that burnt bridge where you sit
hollowed eyed and waiting under
skies smoking and blackend but blue, blue.
30- go to arlington to get laptop then eat out [23 days til school]
31- nothing woohoo i think [22 days till school]
1- going to see i now pronounce you chuck and larry getting a fergie cd getting my tie dye shirts that i will take pics of [21 days]