word file from desk top

doing things

intoxicated
the body almost
actually?
falling away
the next moment
i’m flying around
doing ten things
thinking
about boxing
those pots
what to
do moving
the boxes
from one spot
to a better one
thinking
about
washing the
wall behind the
book case
seeing it’s
brown with
grime thinking
i’ll need to
move the
book case and
(the one thousandth
time)
where are those wheels?
looking
in
the
bin
behind the
boxes and
the laundry
but can’t because
too much clutter
hustle,
forming a plan
to get
cellophane,
tape,
scissors
and lay them out
and i’ll make
a bundle from these
nice old clothes
i’m trying hard
to keep
moving out in
that direction
i think about
cutting some wood
that i had that plan
and that
getting the
saw now
before
wrapping
the old
shirts
so that that
will be waiting
half done
for another opportune
moment
and so will
the saws
my day begins
i take
the basin
of spaghetti
water from
yesterday to the
compost heap
and put the
bowl on the garden
table to re
mind me
which sure
enough it does
sending me back
into
the workshop
for the saws
on the way
back to the
house i think
about clamping
work, how to
and come up
with a slightly
more complete
version of
the rail
i’ve been
contemplating
I put the
Saws in a
Secure spot
put the
file of
printing
templates
in the
assembly area,
and move
the computer
to the office,
thinking it is time
to write

it’s an artist’s
life
making bits
of art
out of
everything
because it’s
where my
training lies and also
if you
know how
to do it it’s a
good
trick
for
making
things
happen
i get right
on the wrapping
project (#1), then
and get it
wrapped
and then
i’m thinking about
the pottery
how to
wrap that
the
girl
mocked my
notion of
advertizing that,
the wrapping
of the
pottery she
doesn’t understand
because in
japan
wrapping
exauisite
little pieces of
pottery in exquisite
little
newspaper
packages
is
nothing
out
of
the
ordinary, whereas
here
but the real
issue is this
i need
to create
that
ad
and when am i going
to do it?