another productive day
and half the things i meant to do
have been left undone

too much information
behind closed eyes
memory failing

a surprise
cut short by rain
prolonged by stubbornness

the voice
a droning monotone
can put whole towns to sleep

more heat
less sun
less headache

You know you're on the way to heaven
when you reach the same height
as the clouds.

In Graz,
insects are bigger
but no less annoying.

I woke up
an hour early
in my dream.

don't want to think,
don't want to remember.
but i will

lost in a familiar place.
just for the moment,
or maybe forever