pushing the timeline into the night just outweigh the desire for sleep these little bodies are high energy burnouts all invested in the moment and then just collapse into sleep whenever they can wherever they are they lack the discipline not yet have the ritual of a day to navigate through know not the importance of the sun so we will take the time we can get while they are napping without the resources of addictive alleviation the supplicant of sleep deprivation will serve as customary creative cream
i need a hand
how about a smile
i want your eyes
you eat too much
hand eyes and ears thank you very much daddy
once upon a time fattening ourselves in la ville de Bourges riding through a swarm of butterflies upon a motobécane passing houses which formed the very narrow alleyways themselves through the town making our path down to river and onto the marshes to stroke a cat and kiss away an afternoon
sharp reedy eyes hide the thoughts of a youth gone awry a head engraved with names and titles no light thing for any wandering soul a burden for what should be light feet traipsing through a world of wonder and exploration by all means read but let not words weary the head and weigh the soul for life is a long farewell there is only so much time to say hello
a test of will and strategy to the young balls of energy that require your attention strict attention and amusement something to do in every waking moment the learning growing expanding outwards and absorbing always picking up putting in the mouth so much energy in those black holes and they just keep dragging everything in like they can never be saturated their thirst for understanding is patience trying do you have the answers dad or can you point them in the right direction can you teach the skills of research and persistence to find the answers themselves on their own journey wherever this life might take them that their body is as much of the world as anything else and that access to knowledge is access to self assess reassess test and evaluate there is nothing you can do that cannot be done
wild truth the days of madness have been fully integrated into routine this is madness the repetition in hope of difference when it is all around us growing incremental change your eyes and ears nose and mouth open the pores back up to the phenomena surging through the flesh of the world i need not recall i am still in these days to which you harp back in your letters surely you recognise that your family has rescued your from your self destructive behaviour from which trauma are they born have you gone there yet on that journey of rediscovery for you know it well you were there it happened before i came along i have only been privy to the self made self served solutions whiskey cannonballs on the balcony in the afternoon sun challenging sleep with a typewriter on the lap