Nothing rhymes with Azathoth

Today was the end of a long weekend, so I spent a couple hours of it at the gym- I haven't been to hit the weights in a couple weeks, and, while never huge by any means, I do like to keep in shape. The better care you take of the equipment, the longer it lasts, or so I'm told. I was surprised to find after that much time, I was still able to do everything I used to be able to do. I expected to spend the time making up lost ground, but that's not the case. I'll probably be plenty sore in the morning, but that's the price you pay. I was all set to run Saturday night, but walked outside and realized a new definition of cold. So, when the air stings you as soon as you step out the door, it might be best to reconsider if you want to come back with all the fingers you left with. I was surprised I haven't lost anything by way of weight-lifting ability, despite being slightly softer around the middle. I'm afraid I haven't been able to come up with very much in the way of new poems, (most of the ones I post are written and finalized within two weeks, which is my normal time frame) so it's time to head down to the catacombs and see what I can unearth. Hope you enjoy!

Dharma Bum

Never had the privelege

to learn old worker songs in

Santa Barbara, thankfully

a written narrative, I

don't know which, along that

Long railroad-where was it

that Charlie Parker went

mad in Camarillo, then

returned to sanity and some

good playing-

Never had the privelege,

Glad you did, reciting

the Heart Sutra in a boxcar siding

Why commemorate the moment, the

wine is already drunk and the

moment passed.