Charles Simic

Surely he walks among us unrecognized:
Some barber, store clerk, delivery man,
Pharmacist, hairdresser, bodybuilder,
Exotic dancer, gem cutter, dog walker,
The blind beggar singing, Oh Lord, remember me,

Some window decorator starting a fake fire
In a fake fireplace while mother and father watch
From the couch with their frozen smiles
As the street empties and the time comes
For the undertaker and the last waiter to head home.

O homeless old man, standing in a doorway
With your face half hidden,
I wouldn't even rule out the black cat crossing the street,
The bare light bulb swinging on a wire
In a subway tunnel as the train comes to a stop.

2009, shit is new

This is gonna be a good year.

Started with a snowball fight, name a better way you could start a year?
I've got some grand fucking friends.
I've had, and have coming, some grand fucking adventures.
My boss bought me a megaphone just cause.
Dream House is coming.
If Dream House isn't coming then I'm just never coming home from Italy. Also not bad.
Alo is running smooth again.
I'm going to hang with Mr. Cooper, Mallory and Connor.
I get to teach enrichment programs.
I'm gonna start running again soon.
I get to supervise with Joe Tursi this summer.
I'm going back to SFSU.
I get to play ultimate again.
Goddamn, I get to play ultimate again..