I traveled with these lovely ladies this weekend to Pittsburgh, for a whirlwind canvass and outreach. We left Sat. am at 7, this after approximately 2 hours of sleep - we left Pittsburgh this morning at 7 to head back to NYC for a Women's Event that T and I planned for Obama PRIDE - get on the bus next weekend, Sat. Oct. 25, 2008 Bagels and coffee at 7, depart Henrietta Hudson's @8. We will return Sat. evening to free admission at Henrietta's and plenty of drink specials. No sleep till Nov. 5

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Canvassing the hill district in Pittsburgh.

Obama 2008

children's art at supporter housing.














place of sleep at supporter housing in pittsburgh...

There's something about hearing crickets went you attempt sleep.
There's something about truth that you're not able to speak.
There's something about silence that you will search for till you're tired...
There's something about quiet.

as i lay here, attempting sleep i am next to a white envelope contents: a twenty;
         close by the contents of my pockets -
         an empty bottle of bourbon,
         another twenty,
         a twenty minus the blue moon and new company. 
         keys and a lighter.
books surround my sleep, words that were meant to inspire thoughts, something worth saying.
instead i'm sleepless -
                   the ideas around changes are caught in the corners of grey matter.
is she still drinking?
                   will i know when she stops.
i walked home tonight and told myself not to look up as i passed - 
          im not that strong.
                   i looked up to a dark window.
headed to the park - 
          a stint on the swings - 
                   only wishing to fly, higher.
i passed a bride - 
          a saturday night well spent.
the universe is a complicated thing, that is what they say.
an exploratory committee.
                   thoughts that may pass.
sleep that doesn't come, when body is exhausted but mind streams on.