Hitting Hi-hats in Their Sleep
2025.02.05
February 05, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
O/ Hello.
How are you?
Still alive, I see.
As I’m +he Ghos+ that’s debatable here.
Either way, let’s enjoy the day.
Away we go, on with the show.
One, two, one, two, three, four.
This entry is in 4/4 time. Keep up.
Standard rock and roll beat.
No club steppin’ drum machine here.
A veteran percussion specialist, at it so long, hitting hi-hats in their sleep.
Sun’s up soft, a little lavender rouge powder professionally placed by some celestial cosmetician for the stars.
The fiery floating orbs making galaxies kind, not the Hollywood type.
The deep thoughts on dreams the past couple posts turn to descriptive depictions of the sky.
Maybe the neighbor’s roof, their chimney topped with a hi-hat to keep it exit only.
New England winter: Been there. Done That. Got the flannel.
Shorter entry today; going to look at the sky; put other words in other places; semi-colons sky high hi-hats float by...
Take care, read a book or a text message, figure out what you think about the sky, and have that better day.
