Outside Directions

Like outside my own room-scratching at wood boards looking to put together clarity/sanity...a sweets-filled stomach, and sleeping the day away for the first time in weeks, there's a weight to it.  There's construction sounds, little fliers on the county sidewalks, and raindrop smeared directions. 

There's a ringing phone under the pillow for some reason. 

There's too many stop lights. Monday will arrive. 

...as the banks go bankrupt, the debates go on, and the directions are googled...Where's the trumpet guy on his Towson corner these days? Where's the fabled finish to all the construction? Where's the BELIEVE campaign, the old Baltimore Sun, and the party photos I could have taken?

Then, late Sunday afternoon I was meeting a population of intellects and actors, hidden within Hawkin's Hall; in lawyers suits and holding small black binders. A different breed; living novels, poems, and monologues-within provocative shortly-timed intervals. Cuts. Interps. Duos.  Buttoned up, and fast-forwarding just the same.

Outside, I dug it. 

Outside, distracted from all the melancholy nonsense that piles up on Sundays, from the retrace of a whole month/week (moving into a sunny 78degree Monday). 

And when I came home, there was a fridge full of food!

September, with all its new forms of chaos, is ending very soon. There's a settling-down everyone needs now.

Daily headphones: Katy Perry's "Hot n Cold" for indecisive entries, and traffic jams. While DC band (who played a free show on campus this past Labor Day weekend) Army of Me's song "Perfect" almost sounds like blowing leaves, and putting on work clothes. Plus, it's a free download on their myspace page for a limited time.