january wind
01/24/2004 12:08 a.m.
there is something in the crisp air of January...from the 1st to the 7th, the significance in the wind that intoxicates my revolving memory, gets creative juices flowing as my blood begins to freeze. The second and third weeks of January have me sprawling poetry on napkins, and whispering of spells under my breath that solidify as my warmth is vaporized in front of me and softly sails away...(nothing stays forever...always travelling...) and soon the fourth week will come, and the new moon will hang silent in the sky, waiting for my next move...

checkmate...
I am currently Peaceful
I am listening to Nina Simone