i only hear what i want to

instead of diminishing, the heat has risen with the full moon that hovers on the horizon, blanketing everything in a manner which parallels the silverly light sneaking between the clouds.

the full moon means less fish.

where i swim the algae is long along the shore, more like sea weed, slippery as ice on the canal. i often only make it one or two steps beyond the safe handhold of the dock before i'm forced to dive deep.

i admire her ability to conform but remain original.

everytime i smell alcohol i think of you.

[wouldn't the psychologists have a field day with me?]