notes on the side of my head

i wish i had electric fingers and a pencil mentality so i could ease away the hours doing rough sketches of the seagulls gathering in the parking lot

i tripped down a bland staircase wondering just how long things like fishing and chess actually take.

i still feel the sting of rejection, the labour of love so many practice. i get really into the art of being negative, i'm sometimes taken aback by the air guitar orchestrations of others, also good at it. twang.