Musing on the torridness of life with a little Shakes thrown in for good measure. Where to go, what to do, answer is nowhere and nothing. High on life once, down in the doldrums once more, or maybe just somewhere in the hazy lazy middle.

Does anyone ever know what it is they are doing? How to be serious in a nonsensical world. Parts of me and bits of you and the rest is everyone else screaming and laughing and pushing themselves in where they are not wanted, or maybe they are but only a little bit. Stream of consciousness. Random acts of kindness, calculated moves of bitterness, are they one and the same. What's the new news at the old court, nothing but the old news.

The days take on a semblance of sameness and a soupcon of insanity. How full of briers is this working-day world! But how do we not walk in the trodden paths? If you love me once is that all there is, if you fool me twice is the shame on me alone. Reconcile your differences and feed the kitty and ante up the pot and give us a chaste kiss.

Too much coffee and not enough food and far too much aloneness makes me crazy and aloof. The men and women merely players but who writes these lines and makes up these plots? Everything you ever thought about me is wrong wrong wrong even as it is as true and right and brave as you have your experience to make you rich.

It is humbling, perhaps, to recognize that there is a whole wide world out there that wants no parts of you, or maybe would if only you could slip in unbidden and quiet and become one with your muse. How do these things happen? How does one make them keep happening? And who needs humility anyway. I would prefer more moments, maybe a whole hour, of getting what I want and keeping it forever and a day.

I like my instincts but dislike my odds. Men have died and worms have eaten them but not for love. By my troth though sayest true. So play on. Play for me, play with me, or just play me. Just don't stop because there isn't any more music for dancing--the orchestra in my head will just have to be enough.