I ate mushrooms yesterday

a cowboy. i don’t think he’s angry. i know that he is older than me. older than i will ever be. i might actually be wiser. 8 o’clock? 8 o’clock cowboys and your own dancing bathrobe poetry. 8 o’clock cowboys and it’s always getting better. your eyes play tricks on you, on me, on cowboys. cowboy eyes, cowboy tricks, cowboy ice cream. heavy. real heavy. watermelon sugar. heavy watermelon cowboys. i wish we had a dog.

oh god, got off track. i really am a victim. a victim of the bathroom cowboy. but he’s not mad. he’s not mad but i am mad ad i don’t mean the angry kind, this time. this time i am truly getting there. because where you are isn’t always where you’re at and where you’re at isn’t always where you are. as my life is done in watermelon sugar, the bathroom cowboy isn’t mad. he isn’t angry. he is an accident but he is where he’s at and he isn’t mad. make a lit of where you are, then make a list of where you’re at.

where i am:

• home
• living room
• salem
• earth

where i’m at:

• right here