Seattle Public Library
first time I came here I nearly pissed myself.
(not really. My bladder control is pretty solid. Not something I can add to the growing list of SHIT THATS WRONG WITH ME, BODILY, EMOTIONALLY AND MENTALLY.)
AND IF YOU HAVE TO ASK
yes i do wear my sunglasses inside the library, fuckhead.
“Is it the foot,
which rubs the cobblestones
and snakestones all its days, this lowliest
of tongues, whose lick-tracks tell
our history of errors to the dust behind,
which is the last trace in us of wings?”
to the puce colored house dwellers of wahsatch and cache…. im almost nostalgic for -27 degree winds. but not quite.
im your seattleite
“We have some sad news
the imagination thinks
in phrases but the universe
is a long sentence
according to our instruments
the oldest songs
are breaking apart
like a puzzle in a basement…”
-Wave Books poet, Matthew Rohrer
anyway, instead of that scary man lurker hostel, I GET TO STAY HERE TONIGHT. Lake Washington.