am i touching enough on elation?

hi. not sure who you are, or why you are here.

this blog is for nobody in particular.

let's not call it a blog.

& sometimes

I find that

watching you

is the most

spectacular thing.

just watching

the pretty

girls

pass by

is so

unreal.

i feel tired. i have been left behind once again. still i wonder where contention lies; in the destruction, the creation, the suffering, or (&)

the tidal & cyclical re-entering of those who puncture what little muscle i have left. is it

worth nursing the sores left by the protagonists of my day dreams. is it worth letting

those same sores etch their presence across my skin.

i don't know.

i like poetry. music. resting. pajamas. hockey. picnics. art. psychology. thought. beauty. loss. longing. masochism. searching for the trinity. the idea of "love." you. & a great deal else.

by the way.

what in god's name is a list poem.

there's no such thing.

not that i could write one if there was.

i'm fairly helpless.

but seriously,

if you couldn't tell,

i'm truly elated

to be back.

to be writing

again.

thanks for having me.