Stall... Wait for it...

In the month in which my internet access was peaking and my travel time waning, the blog has fallen off. I’m currently working on a graph incorporating those primary variables along with a few minor factors (Rain, closed eyelids, Baskets and Sweat and Tears, Hope, stolen sandals, miracles, modernity?, jukeboxes, dropped heads, potholes, whiskey beer rum guaro beer GinTonicLime, passport stamps, chilaquiles, constantly falling in love, drops in the sand, Arrivals, lips curled at the corners, inadequate cleaning supplies and old guitar strings, Rain dreadlocks, busy fingers, youth = questionably reasoned stunts, packing clothes toiletries lives, unpacking history, barefeet and electric stovetops, dreams. fútbol, yellow paper, Ends, clogged drains clothes drying, crying, rope swings, lack of resources, mexican reunions, colones dollars cordobas, candlelight curly hair, e.e. cummings, circles- roads tables sound holes, Sunsets, uneven tables, ill advised presunrise gourmet creativity. vitamins, second chances and third guesses and independence. Rain. Staring at the ceiling. Pictures, One-man shows, mustaches, Irony Fate and the constant ticking of the clock. punctuation. deep breaths drowning in half-baked memory in series inside of parenthesis.) which will be thrown together inside a complex algorithm to explain my absence from cybercomposition. I think mathematicians and lexicographers call it Life. I’ve been Living. my heart head mind is trying to catch up - I’ll catch up the blog once dust settles (or once the light hits the dust in such a way that you might call it Illuminated. Ordered. This blog is not in Order. I am not to be mistaken for a Poet.)

Details later. Really.