• The day is long and cold as i look at the window watching the people below

    even in this weather one must go with the day taking in their daily smog and dust and car fumes

    to toil and work for a Saturday with friends

    my stomach nags me but i do not listen for i work to eat and not eat to work

    my mouth craves familiar flavors and my tongue craves something that i have yet to try

    my mind is then filled with ideas about how it would feel

    wet,warm,smooth,rough.

    all these feelings leave my brain and rushes to my mouth

    but the feeling does not stay long

    as i put down my pen and continue painting the walls that are not my own