Decade

1994, to the veritable day, from the blog log:

If you care to know who I was 10 years ago read. If not, do not.

 

My summer hit me out of the blue today. My skin is brown, my hair is blond, and I smell like a coconut. I’m drinking seltzer like it’s going out of style. Not to mention margaritas. My girlfriend is a go-go dancer. There are too many cool discs to buy. I’m not buying a Jeep. Yet. My hair is growing long. Today is near the middle of May, the sun has shone all day long and for the first time this year I have out survived the stiff beach breeze.

 

The fuzz before the focus.

The blank before the crank.

The quiet before the quagmire.

Seething with apathy, the tide of sequence has ebbed and faded.

For better or worse, here I am aground.

Sadness essential, spinning potential, the future torrential. Call Prudential.