today like everyday

i wrote for four hours this morning.
and sparsely throughout the evening.
i sat, wrote, drank a whiskey 7,
rolled a couple cigarettes,
and jacked off.
i ordered a pizza
and watched a war flick.
angela called and i
strummed the guitar
singing Blue Moon of Kentucky.
sent a poem into McSweeney's
Magazine with my name,
address,
number,
and e-mail.
i thought about grandpa
and his missing leg.
my mum and all the family
of relatives.
olympia and the chaos
thats growing.
i wonder about
new orleans, Will and the crowd.
Angela and how i want to hold her.
my friend's address in hawaii
as he grows coffee
and plans to travel japan.
the economy recession
affecting people's lives;
falling.
falling.
falling.
a black flag is falling.

we will become sillhouettes
amid great light.
when all our hopes and dreams
are dealt with as morning crossword puzzle.