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.
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
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.
... 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.
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.
----
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.
Monday, 7 June 2010
lONg oVEr dUe- 10•4• to •20•4
------------------
while in Tunisia:
over ONE month deLayed.
------------------
while in Tunisia:
over ONE month deLayed.
------------------
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
---------
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)!
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)!
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