heat
sweating in sleep
scratchy
drinking lemonade
stomach too big
staring at computer
the science of
the art of
the scenery
seemingly
intransigient
(stratum, strata - say why)
still hot at
4:37 am
texting Nantes, France
but nothing
I see a forest
but there's no trees
Smokey sez
#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@@#
The bend in the
spoon
matched his thoughts
his hair was oily though
he felt grubby
and unloved
and it was RAINING
and he couldn't get the game on
but he
knew
he was just
a tiny
blip
in the remote
recesses of nothingness
well somethingness
some small something
which felt like a goddam rock in his shoe
fuck!
Still
besides the passing breeze
such a lousy word
breeze
freedom
fallacity
fallstaff
feromone
(sic)
sybillant
Sibelius
piano
put me to sleep
that's ripe
to be had
in the pickled
mind
I'll sing a song to the sea
and wash these
sadnesses
, sucks
$&$$$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&&$&$&&$&&$&$&&&&$&$&&$&$&&
who cares
about it anyway
the dust
the chrome
the late nights
the taxi
the star studded cast of
the streets
one day we'll see
some dirt
on our hands
and we'll drink
strong whiskey
and sing
to the jukebox
*(*(***(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(**(**(*(((**(((*****************************
Spendy
trendy
nice ticket out of here
her purse has lipstick in it
the old mans suitcase
smelled like Pall Malls
the keys were stuck between the emergency brake and his shoe
still
it was a beautiful October day
one that reminds of
orange and black construction paper cut outs
of turkeys
witches
and pumpkins
but now it was Canadian Club whiskey with 7-Up
and cheeseburgers in the dining car
