the irish dropout

there's an iron bar standing in the middle of the horsies and it's really not spinning. i did one full flight early today and it's been grasshopping since. that's just about it i guess. so i take pleasure in the details. frank has gone back and forth. i would sit on the bedside and watch frank go pack go back and forth. i would stand by the doorway and watch miki go navigate the pacific and by the time she returns i would still find myself standing by the doorway. so i take pleasure in the details, pick up a good book but i could never get myself to finish one. then frank and miki and everyone else would return with trinkets and valuables from plane tickets to credit card receipts and the traces of sugar sand and crushed corals in in the soles of their feet. and i. with my metal quencher, had a very good sleep.