Some days are dry, some days are leaky
Some days come clean, other days are sneaky
Some days take less, but most days take more
Some slip through your fingers and onto the floor

you would think from my thoughts on death and faith that i woke up on the morbid side of the bed but i was actually feeling damn skippy yesterday morning. a crazy prospect park power walk, a set of stair lunges and a ton of water had my body getting back in shape and then i helped a delivery guy bring some stuff up to the snack box (code name for the crib– dont tell nobody). all this had my lower back feeling more pumped than it has in years. most gym heads live for the feeling of a good arm pump but my favorite one came from the lower back workouts. somedays it felt like my back was a canyon and my spinal erectors were twin peaks protecting the mesa. yes, visualization is a huge part of working out.
Some days you’re quick, but most days you’re speedy
Some days you use more force than is necessary
Some days just drop in on us
Some days are better than others

my day quickly went from atlas to prometheus on the rock. a deluge of deadlines and more tales of family heartbreak & personal tragedy than a VH1: Behind the Music marathon.
Some days it all adds up
And what you got is not enough
Some days are better than others

my sanity was held together by lorca quotes and constant feeding of my plant. dont ask me what kind of plant it is. i can tell you volumes about the history of pro wrestling but i am no botanist.
Some days are slippy, other days sloppy
Some days you can’t stand the sight of a puppy
Your skin is white but you think you’re a brother
Some days are better than others

on the plus side, i had a great follow up to the “a lot of books very little literature” (yes, i am quoting 72 hour old blog entries. shoot me now) comment about the harlem book fair.
conversation involved me putting together a panel for next year’s book fair discussing the (John Stewart sarcasm: ON) plethora of artistic depth in the latest hoodrat romance novella and gangstah TWISM epic (Daily Show voice: OFF) and thoughts of me, guy & lynne goin on a hateration rampage brought a sweet smirk to mah face for a sec but then i figured i should check out the fair at least one more time first.
“for real, i’m very serious. i’m good friends with __________ who can get you a panel moderator spot in a heartbeat.”
must… control… the devil… within…
Some days you wake up with her complaining
Some sunny days you wish it was raining
Some days are sulky, some days have a grin
And some days have bouncers and won’t let you in

a dialougue on faith and its many forms led me to some more beautiful memories of my mother and a rather impromptu confession.
the fact of the matter is i have missed my mother for more years than i have known her and that gap just gets wider every day.
letting myself say that in the open actually gave me a more boyish smirk.
Some days you hear a voice
Taking you to another place
Some days are better than others

“hey, anyone ever tell you that ya look like a bald billy idol?”
Some days are honest, some days are not
Some days you’re thankful for what you’ve got
Some days you wake up in the army
And some days it’s the enemy

i came damn close to writing my first ever yankee praise poem when the deadlines swept down on me again and the inspiration had to take a back seat to my rent. i even tried to get rich to jumpstart the process but no go. the yankee poem will make an appearance one day though. i’ve written bits and pieces of it in other poems so i am very sure that it will come through when i least expect it. speaking of unexpected muses- i was able to type out the simulation to a damn good bass trill. i think i also may have figured out the ultimate (blush) emoticon cuz for sure i was blushing.
Some days are work, most days you’re lazy
Some days you feel like a bit of a baby
Lookin’ for Jesus and His mother
Some days are better than others

off to acentos. lets recap. shitty day. hint of sunshine. deadlines. shitty day. talkin bout lit. shitty day. inspiration & hand hloding. deadlines looming. you get the picture, right?
for a sec i thought about not hosting but fuk dat acentos is one of the things that makes me smile on the regular and i wasnt gonna let a little thing like the universe slap boxing me ruin that. sheet, i even got down and kicked off the night with one my own poems. a visually driven esoteric poem involving the color orange without me ever sayin the word orange poem that put me in a good frame of mind for a show that was a ton of fun for me as a host. ¡basta! i made it through the show without letting my angst flow out but i can only rock the clown makeup for so long. exit- stage left.
Some days you feel ahead
You’re making sense of what she said
Some days are better than others

mercury in retrograde means that my ruling planet is in a near backwards spin. this may account for my excited utterances and willing confessions. i am travelling dangerously close to the sun which feels like new territory for the gemini/poet who has always been better suited to sewing together shadows.
Some days you hear a voice
Taking you to another place
Some days are better than others

* Lyrics from U2’s “Some Days Are Better Than Others”

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