A little somethin' for 2010.

LADIES & GENTLEMEN, the brain tonight isn't moving in the unexpected directions you may have expected given the circumstances, but rest assured there are still sirens screaming down West Alabama, holes in the elbow of someone else's sweater, too many minutes spent surfing (oh, OUTDATED!) increasingly few websites, bursts of laughter and temperatures that make putting beer, NA variety, in the fridge an unnecessary move, movement all done in cars at this hour and degree Fahrenheit, 'cept for the hipsters earlier bookin' it westward (swig) on their bikes; all the accoutrements and claptrap but as of yet none of the loneliness that the bottle and House of Pies sing to (why drink? why eat? Food's in the fridge, hombre) or sang to, so much seems past tense, definitely past and still sometimes tense, shoulder muscle tense, tense you don't find in Chinese, quite a blessing for the student of 中文 if you don't mind the cold fingers & copybook rote practice of 汉字, not me, that shit is great- hope the cat isn't too lonely, bet she's fine, we've got an understanding, 'cause sometimes, solitaire nights and that shoulder all tight again, you just have to be home, where the office is a mess and Elvira's watching you do zazen, all outta page and there goes the 78, later, folks, but no more than one or two-