unsupervised

finally being paid for my free time.
sweep, tidy, mop, dispose of the trash fold a bit of laundry.
the next 7 hours are mine.
watch episodes of extras or the odd film.
drink a bit of of tea with honey.
write one lyrical poem every night.
finally getting things done.
how long can i keep this up?

Where the Wild Things Were

So the storm rolls in through my room, and suddenly i'm pacing a grove in the floor trying to bring to life a shiny new pseudonym. just a new idea. something to keep it interesting for me.
the hours spent here are no waste. im getting things done. reading books of poetry and challenging myself to put music behind them, researching raccoon behaviors, and overcoming writing habits and hang-ups.
the night job keeps me busy. free time is seemingly endless, and exhaustion keeps it interesting.
the moonlight stays bright over the ocean, and lights a perfect field of vision across the water if you time it right.
all in all, adapting to a new kind of boredom can be made easy enough with the right intent.
eventually i imagine i'll even stop with this douche bag style of writing i tend to blog with.
until then......

-Jon Hardly

Zen and Quantum Theory

This comes from the soggy depths of a vast pacific rain forest. Temperate rain forest. On my own.
all i have now is time to kill, and a desire to build a solid routine focusing on exercising my creative endevours around the schedule of a do-nothing job.
It's been a rough go, trying to build routine. its what i really want. a comfortable grind until the north starts to thaw. all this bouncing off the walls of one town to the walls of another has left me ragged an tired, but most of all submissive.
still....
there's something about being in transit. the feeling of anticipation and anxiousness is unmatched. that and the strange adoration for everything you see on your journey. like Townes Van Zandt said "there's no prettier sight than looking back on a town you left behind".
And its not a random hard to find feeling such as how you may feel being newly in love. it's similar, but its something you can do for yourself. something that is always in front of you and can be achieved at anytime. as masturbation is to the physical acts of love, vagabondage is to the emotional.