Perfect Blue

I've really not been "with it" for the past week or so. I can't really put my finger on it- I haven't been sick or awake all night or not eating right. I skip the occasional meal, but that's nothing out of the ordinary, at least for me. It's more like a persistent feeling of unreality- like things aren't quite real. Everything seems kind of Technicolor, a little too bright and not quite real. I think I'm just stressed out from work. Going to the gym has become more about kicking the crap out of myself than actually concentrating on a workout. (Didn't know I could bench press that much, though...) It' s probably time to get out of my rut and go take a hike or something. Especially today, when it's about 60 degreees and sunny. March in Connecticut is always kind of a crapshoot weather-wise. Take advantage of the good weather when you get it, as tomorrow it might snow. My sister has the right idea- she's heading south for spring break. I'm going down to drop her off at the airport Sunday. Luckily, she knows where to go. The first time I had to go to an airport I was completely lost. But then, on the other hand, it doesn't take much to get me lost. Pretty much getting behind the wheel will do the trick. Yet I can find my way out of the woods no matter how far off the trail I've wandered. Go figure.
Today's little literary masterpiece was one I wrote for my son. Best interpreted while banging on steam pipes or something- think big mechanical noises. Here goes...

Diggers

There's a lot going down

In the walls of our town

As the wind rushes down

From above

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There's a low grinding moan

From the Tower's steel bones

And the gears mesh and grind

In the cold deep mine

As the wind rushes down

From above

***

When the sun sinks low

Still the thunder rolls

From the lightless pit

Now the flames are lit

As the wind rushes down

From above

***

Now from underground

The old man calls out

"There's a place I've found

About six miles down,"

While the wind rushes down

From above

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"It's a danger zone

As I'm sure you'll know-

Keep your feet, keep your wits

Down below!"

And so in we go

Past the big black stones

And the wind rushes down

From above

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Still we dig from the earth

All the rocks and dirt

Still the trucks unload

Past that deep dark hole

And the wind rushes down

From above.