a haze on your house!

a haze on your house! this must be the hex put on me today with the rain pouring and the apartment steamy from my post-war pipes, all i want to do is read poetry in silk and doze in a certain someone's arms. days like this should be built into the schedule. i truly believe they are good for the soul and yet, why, oh why, do i have this guilt about that infernal tug of work and no play always reaping at my door. i have decided today that the culprit is culture moving too far beyond people to be really ours any more. and yet i abet you to reach the infernal light at the end of the tunnel. for shame.