oh mister soul was happy today. i wanted to see what the surf turned up and most of the bottles are broken but i found an old coca cola bottle from gary indiana and a little medicine bottle and a metal matchbook cover that says i think travel building and some other words i think from the columbian exposition. soon everything will get buried again under riprap.  mister was like a little boy clinging to my side following me into the rubble so i had to look quickly and steer him back to the safe grass. i wonder if what it would feel like if i was less tired. i think i was always kind of somniferous, though i could swim for hours, or other things i love.
anyway i feel intensely alive sometimes even if cloudy and sleepy. and mister can give me jolts of joy when he's dancing like a boy.