In the Ama"zone"

As soon as it gets just a little bit cold, I immediately find myself living in Joni Mitchell's "River." Any moment that I'm even slightly contemplative, I am aware of the bells, the voice, the melancholy. And I can't seem to escape them. Not that I would want to.

I just saw a movie called "In the Cut." And I believe it is partially why I have not left the house. Something about women continuously getting decapitated and fake engaged. At night. In New York City. Yikes.

Delight in Paralysis

I sit on my bed.

Then I lay down.

I stare out the window.

I long.

The sun is coming in and I close my eyes.

The warmth almost hits me.

I don’t think.

It’s magnificent.

Ugh

Caffeine does weird things to me

when it actually works.


I feel every fiber of my veins

inching with electricity.


I do it to be productive,

but I become a paralyzed effect.


The only relevant onomatopoeia has been used as the title.