More Notes

• Working these endless shifts of odd hours and weekends, you sometimes have to make a conscious effort to avoid falling into ruts where I can easily spend all my hours away from work at home either sleeping or just too exhausted to go anywhere. Being single, unless I get out and order some food or something, there are days where I might not utter a word for the sixteen hours between shifts at work. When one goes that long without speaking, I sometimes wonder if the words will come out when I do have to speak again. Like I might forget how to speak from lack of practice or the vocal chords might just shut it down from lack of use.
• Too much of a single, unchanging voice. That’s what I think of my attempts to write poetry. It all sounds the same. And it all sounds like I’m trying too hard to describe some sort of grand, epic, never-ending, cataclysmic story. It gets to the point mentally where I don’t want to continue. I’d very much like to write with more ease and simplicity and a more varied approach but it never seems to happen.  
• A dream where I was playing a game of one-on-one with an old high school classmate and ex-super jock and using a combination of moves and shot styles observed and stolen from Stephen Curry and Larry Bird, winning handily and literally making every shot I threw up which led said old unnamed but current facebook friend classmate to mix up some sort of foul smelling health and energy brew in my parents garage in preperation for a rematch. A lot better than my usual bizzarro world/horror movie type dreams.
• Ever find yourself sitting on a lonely warehouse loading dock, late, late Saturday night, feeling exhausted and ill and gazing at a dark western sky where the moon and stars are obscured by clouds and while a light mist is falling ..... wondering what the hell happened to your life?