jacksons

we're reaching that point where we're losing momentum when business steals all the creative time and as the visual world fills such a small spectrum of the continuum of all space and time and all i want is to find more time to rhyme... so i went to see jackson browne tonight after work after running home to take care of happiness and then meeting jackson downtown but we were both too late to get food before the show and both too tired to stop for food after the show so we both go to bed hungry (or at least jackson does) there's no predicting what i might do, after all, though the sensible voice is suggesting this is a perfect opportunity to drop another couple of pounds and the bottom line child is still listening to jackson's words about the state of the world and so on which so strongly suggests not eating tonight is the right move on the most serious levels (if i only had a brain... or a joint, but that's a horse of a different flavor} so here i sit letting some of what is in the head out and speaking of heading out it is about time to head out of this parenthetic aside, aye? (what's that?... or something like)...

what were we saying?...

narf :)