little_hints_of_spring skinny when things the colors of easter eggs smile through the car window questioning the origin of my self loathing cold cold water (gettin warmer) freshly awakened by the smell of dewy grass leaking on the pavement and sun tans through the overcast, a small tribe of musquitos swarms me doors fit perfect in their hinges smokin cigarettes to remember your smell, from the fall before. 050222 ... mon uow sunshine blasts bombs knocks pushes against my brains eyes through window cutting into my morning repeating thinking nothing happening and spring i don't wish for weather i don't care for my babbling i feel too much i type nothing but this same same sorry done 050223 ... Mister Brightside In this little piece of the desert, in this half of the year, winter and spring are almost interchangeable and true Spring melts quickly into a prolonged, and frequently cruel, summer. the rain has been good this "winter" but maybe even too much for the once annual riot of wildflowers in strange places (where it had been too little and too late for the last couple of years) dusty lots of gravel and junk hidden beneath carpets of tall grass and weeds dandelion pollen making sinuses roar 050223 ... falling_alone being able to see the sun rise, later and later each day. 050223 what's it to you? who go blather from