lenses

It's sunny outside onLY with these glasses.

One to nine on newsprint with his glasses.

No glasses-
prevalent
pain.
in pupils and iris. Iris.
I hope for her belated spring bloom.
Room.
He's slept on petals of roses.

Pedal down and through. Pen down.
Thrust out

with lenses

of magic filters

and a bodily disposition to match.

There's something about••

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10-6-10
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There's something about that crispness-
especially around the edges.

almost burnt from touch light and life-
exposed grains from a n o t h e r t i m e
type-
nearly like braille with audible soul.

There's something about the aroma
dEEP in the folds.
bound. binding.
s e w n in ways the Redman could explain.

Like bread toasted golden, sight and scent
f l o a t i n g through-
predicted to be-
impermeable-
but-
- t i m e t r a v e l s -
penetrated.

There's something about the simultaneous mystery-
the understanding that thumbs and eyes have been before...
the slight grit of sand
paper
a n d
thin hEAvineSS.

almost see through-
transparent tissue.

There's something about the way light shines through.
past-
within-
g l o w i n g-
each
visible upon the turn.

There's something about the rectangles.
crisp-
i n b e t w e e n-
the brown . yellow . 18 carat hue-

like peanut brittle on doilies around grandmother's house...
tempting-
it stays in your teeth.

like a fresh baked pie that's been waiting.

There's something about that man, head down.
viewing intently.
Orthopedic Strategy.

There's something about the illustrations.
the way things used to be
and f o r e v e r w i l l -
the way of writing.

There's something about the pulling desire for me to ask him

to smELL his...

to taste his...

to feel his...

There's something about an old book.

8-6-10-TODAY!

even in the morning RAIN.
patty whackers SPLASH
and sludge.
foot slips BENEATH
his box shoulders
and WADDLE.
wide step-
suspicion of swollen
test_ ing testing, one, two..

owner looks like dogs-
dogs look like owner.
companions.
aLL swOllen and starched up.

it never ceases my smile.
astonishment.
how does it happen?

glee interrupted by walker with one unnecessary over exaggerated, footpath manipulating arm swing. a half 360º rotation.

i imagine her dog doing the same.

7-6-10

forgotten.
lost.
again.
withing
this
mOnday mAze.

droPped and propped
with a smile and splash.
under covers.
pink.

umbrella upside down.

new paint in silver,
misspelled.
misplaced.
lace.
red.
bricks.
brown.
shit stained pave,
mint-
hint at upset.
feathers and fingers-
the past few tender-
winks.
stomping concrete to end
where i started.
repeat..

read the paragraph again..
mind_full.

and
mindful
(reluctantly)
momentarily.

until the next distraction.

until i can find the exit.

strapped in
a maze_ment.

again.

5-6-10, mistaken for 6-6. hYde Park, i hide.

30-5-10 biG lEAf

found.

10-5-10 again.

wobbly tin and tram-
a crinkle packet.
a whistle off tune.
another crinkle.
a leaking pen.
again.
emptily annoyed
i am baren.
i am torn
and
wordlessly distraught.
with apple skin between my teeth..
and grit..
nothing much matters.

triangles are everywhere

at this moment

my mind is nothing but

a yellow balloon.

my hand is black,
such as the ill described clouds
and the bags of my eyes..

so i simply drift away.
so i simply drift away...

10-5-10 at the library

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observed
at
the Library
(of a different sort)
---------------

6-5-10 suNglASSes

another morning
sweat-
another scrap
ripped-
borrowed along my
vamOOse..-
another smile
initiated

with an unknown.
reciprocate.
recipricol.
under-NO-
over

one-
we-
are
WHOLE numbers.

dance past with handless hands.

he, a camouflaged
roadrunner.

yes,
like deers.

familiar
sky.
cry.

me,
an aeroplane
on the footpath.

room for one pASSenger.

a forgotten please,

a remembered thank you.

5-5-10 sOON to bE 30

contemplating it all.
collage with care.
sOOn to be
30-
and a lie revealed.

4-5-10

LIKE A VOLCaNO-

cycles melting unlike before
amongst carved glow of flame
and blame
of the ChAse and follow-

a sandwich made of marshmallow-
suds and streams.
salt taste and rainsticks..

laughter with the water's pull...

the yesterdays like a LiteBrite
pLUgged
in
with glory.

2-5-10 chAngE

CHANGE

... the sonG scREamINgggggg...

to not be afraid
of it.
of what?

mind and mouth closed for the time of sins and arrows-
the every way stride. strut-
wet mut
wandering stick
squares
like me, (but),
i evolved to only
walk on tWo.
A new two. Nearly.

Big eyes like the moons stare
jumping and rolling under
the
thick
grey
sky.
Canopy.

and as i sit
as a screen,
only mesh-
I am chilled to the core.
(today eaten)
but

with change.
with a hint of pain.

1-5-10

bright.
Brighton.

liNed pAper, wide rULed. scHOOL

while they worked_ i wrote.

----
a few weeks ago
or so
i say
----


sitting like a seagull perched
between passion, persistence pencils
and pULsE,

rubbers distraught,
temples tic.
knees bounce,
pages turn.

a new life with a blink-a-breath,
equations wait.
weigh the odds.
silence piercing
ringing
scREAmINg

like her inner r a g e.

Tids. eyes. heavy.
as are our shoulders.

i was once she.
her.
as me.
doubt in the grain.

led
astray.

dOOdle (and whistle) while I work

__________
April-May
cReatION
__________

lONg oVEr dUe- 10•4• to •20•4

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while in Tunisia:
over ONE month deLayed.
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10-4-10 (ongoing sketch)
a paLm.
tree.
SoL Azur
pOOl.


11-4-10
pOOlsiDE
SoL AzUr

12-4-10
bus tOUr.
man in front.
me. (girl behind;not pictured)

12-4-10
on a camel. in The Sahara. at sUnset.
oRAnge. ripples.roPes.camel fight.
onE hUmp.

14-4-10
violently ill

15-4-10
no planes, just ash

16-4-10

17-4-2010

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April 17 2010
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and so here i am. thoughts full of the sound of
sea
and so much more.
seams bursting and
seemingly seeping into the salt of the land
and
that salty drop of eyes.
woes.

so here i am.
where nothing matters, but yet which ceases to be.
me.

the chronic use of mouthwash in fear of oral flux.
relative to me.
although not chlorine blue..
the
true
one's
green.

like soft blades of grass.

at last.
(it's been days)

my pen's to ink and paper
like wind to waves.
i hear echos, i daydream with long arms of uncertainty like tectonic plates
await ing
movement.
contemplating
the swish and spit...

foamy like the sea shore,
fresh, yet reminiscent..
the scent of

e u c a l y p t u s

the sight of the pale bark-
smooth like sand.

jasmine is cradled by the song of german tongue, a hymn familiar. yet distant.

unknown. toxic. toxic.
tourism.

like the night's dream of diamonds distraught yet accepted because of feelings of must.

so here i am-
laying upside down
awkwardly scribbling the mind's trail-

too fast, yet with dedication-
with thought to go from right to left similar to which the ground i lay-
the air i breathe....

it's how they read.

so here i am-
a day later than expected, a day longer.

i fathom to discover the mind and eye.

i ride the wave with hesitation.
with shame to need to know what will disperse when this wave cUrls.

so here i am-
and my mind doesn't stop-
even when
upside down-

but, here i am.

so here i am..
i'm coming up for air
&
my lungs rise and fall
with the tide.
untied-

if even just for a moment.

listerine free.

so here i am.

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20 april 2010

or 21st..friend made while "stranded"

wE arE (were) goinG to TuNIsia

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April 3 2010
THird NOT Fird
---------

this Day..
almost that
of egg
roll and rock
and stroll and
NOT a carry out>

drop and talk..

walk with the loose of foot-

Sunday toll and bread
roll.
baked.
caked.

question of fake
and
bake (d)
legs..

it to the place where all else is d i s t a n t

1000 miles.. again..

ON THE TOES.. AND WE KNOW..

IT'S SOMETIME UNTIL

the call of last.
until it ends.
until the Bath.

until we admit the truth.

until we know it ourselves.

and i scribble like the mad fiddler in the dark alley.

more Cianti please..
more ease..

and an ice cold waTer
-yes-

that has a T..

like that man with a mohawk and a gold chain.

(fOO)!