PittsburghThoughts

Nothing outrageous, insufferable, poorly planned, executed or conceived has happened lately. There have been minor intrusions into the world of peace an quiet but that's to be expected. I've been laying low. There's nothing I want to say, do and no place to go.

My microcosm is shrinking and I'm being sucked down the drain. It's just as well. I have too much junk, too many thoughts and too much time. My life is a library full of used, discounted books that no one cares to read. I don't either.

I keep waiting for that magical moment when I get my shit together, literally and figuratively. I prefer 3-D color dreams where I can fly. Soar over rooftops like Peter Pan. Cross international boundaries, be spotted by radar and play catch me if you can with military missiles. Like Zeus hurling lightning bolts, I'd grab them and send the back from whence they came. I'd have the voice of many waters or of Muddy Waters. I'd race beams of light across the universe.

I'd ride a bicycle across the moon like ET. Walk on air like Wile E. Coyote, Moon walk, shit talk, and rock. Wired, admired and desired. That'd be me.

Until then I'll stay in my disguise,  Mr. Anonymous, watching you from the corner of my eye.    Gene