What’s going on with this surface.

How much have I earned the things which please me.
                                Off in the breeze. It’s a little windy 
I read Jack Kerouac’s Big Sur. Right there, he was taking me along, indeed I felt very familiar. His head under the kitchen stove. Would you say that again. Yes indeed.

So tired. Go Away Go Inside Forget time.

                                                     Until blue sky whistles
                                           wheww wheww wheww