Small book of small thoughts
FLIMFLAMLAND
•Small book of small thoughts
Somewhere in
October
68°
It’s almost over.
The month that is.
10:02 Anti Meridian.
A long day already.
I can’t even imagine how long
it will feel
like to get to 4.
And then what.
Home is a downer.
I have not adjusted
well at all to Whitestone.
I hate Queens.
It’s like a grave.
Back again
I always came back
Like a good machine
I no longer complain
Eat food,
or see anything.
11:01 Anti Meridian.
Hours pass.
11:04.
Looking forward to lunch
I wonder what I have
Yesterday I did not
eat lunch.
I threw it out when
I got home.
So instead I stand
here
scraping my left knuckles
with a paper clip.
It’s not much fun
but passes the time
and let’s me know
I am still breathing.
Picking my head up
from the ground
for a brief moment
looking around “the office”
I will have an aversion
to this shade of blue
for the rest of my
life
12:12 Prime Meridian.
Monday
November 17.
A moment.
A moment
I was a man.
Camaraderie
Comfort
Christ
I’ve been here four or five months
I’ve felt more comfortable
at a bar in Boston.
Shit
And now I finally
have a comfortable moment
in life
talking with my boss
I sat on an empty desk
Like we work “together”.
Like a stranger,
a total stranger
A strange child
I was told to stand up
This was a good
day.
I guess
not.
Not at all.
