Tuesday, June 2, 2020

No Words of My Own




 Emmolation of America


  Another four o'clock in the morning; can't get to sleep yet.  I try not to watch news stories; can't fix anything.  I stare out the windows of my daughter's fourth-floor apartment, watching the night trains roll by  The apartment shakes from trains on the closest track, twenty yards from the building.  I feel detached, isolated; numb.

Jumbled thoughts rule my brain; nothing makes sense, there is no order to any of it.  Everything is raw, bloodied and bruised.

I seek solace in music.  Solace isn't the right word: distraction, probably.  This morning the song is "It's Been Burning for a While"  by Chris Pearce.

Outside the morning bird choruses are beginning; time to go to bed.

1030AM, with first coffee of the day before I go vote: WORDS OF WONDER