my messy room and Sunday night

my room is messy, or things at least are not put away. my laundry is still hanging, i should be hanging it up, but i'm not im writing, i'm finally writing and words are being chiselled for these poems for a couple of Vintage Faith Services. and i'm happy, i'm getting somewhere, into little wheres and thinking about what i've weared out this year and what i'm wearing still this year. i'm talking metaphor, ok! and i'm going back and forth in Isaiah, and i'm feeling pretty filled. and not quite as almost sick, and i still have 3 books to read i keep nibbling and i'm closer to the beat now for one of my poems and the week is way too full with how am i going to do it, but i know i will.....and my heater is on and it's warm in my room and the light also is warm and i have a great box now with flowers on it that's sitting on my desk it's for the MPS group to put our letters and our group poems in and i really like the box i will be happy to bring it to group, and i think i need a box too, i think i always need a pretty box like this in Ramona my car. and i had all these terrific moments that i fell into this weekend, like when Sarah came down Friday afternnon surprise visit to see my acupuncturist and she stayed and slept and i snuck away to the Gospel hip hop show and i was one of the only ones that came so they cancelled but they gave me their CDs and me and Sarah cruzed downtown with the hiphop blasting, it was like thug style but it was all about jesus and it made us smile and get so stoked and we rolled down the windows and rolled and were feeling it, then we met Cliff and a whole group of people at the 515 cocktail place, i didn't drink but we sat up on the balcony with the christmas lights and talked and it was like mad greatness to be with everybody.....and then in the most of my weekend i was chronically not able to make decisions about what to do and i was so sad about not going to CArmen's housewarming party in SF asmuch as i wanted to see her and jason and weird mike. i had all this mound of sorrow about it, but i was feeling like i was going to get sick so i stayed and then cliff said come over and i did and i had the beer with Stow balls and him at 99 bottles and it was a very chill night as they say which was uncharacteristics of most of my little nights and so the whole way everything was being layed down was good, then i looked at poetry at bookshop santa cruz and me and cliff read a book and he was excited about it and that made me excited. then i went home, then cliff spun at church in the morning, and i went to church at night too and somehow at the night service in the coffee shop i finally started writing, writing a flow for these poems for the christmas service and my hiphop show next weekend, and there is a new piece that is very different from my most. and so i am happy tonight, and i go to the bed.