welcome home i've arrived

long, long day at the job. i felt a level of fatigue i rarely experience. it was go all the way. by the time i got home anna detected the smell of burnt rubber emanating from my ears. but then i found a package from daniel f. bradley waiting for me on the dining room table. it's his book t=i=d=y language. a welcome gift from a kick-ass poet. then the mind eased down then stopped revving and i thumbed thru the pages of prose poems and smelled the cut pages. yes, i always smell new books. don't you? it is a good smell and it brought me back to the ground.