in the trenches parte dos

Anathema

ready to rock, i march
to school
and climb into my little
trench
it all seems
sometimes
pointless when
you are but one
in a sea
anathema to your
soul

but then another
hand
parts the
waves
the salt air
becomes lighter
and you breathe
again

knowing there
are others
submerged
who
guard the
eggs
no matter
what.








Happy Easter
with love to my peeps.

back in the trenches parte uno

"how i get to school in the morning."

first, i hit myself with a shot of La Marseillaise, cranked all the way.


my neighbors must wonder what the hell is going on from 5 to 6 a.m.

follow it with a chaser of Patti, the one and only.


sometimes it's Patsy instead.

jacked up, off to teach elementary.
it can be hell out there, kids.
gotta have your tunes when you're underground.

la vida cotidiana

Pamplona, it ain't.









back to daily life,
to the nest i go.