Unlike yesterday- the drops do nOt soothe. It's dark and soaking... a woman's trousers trail behind. The cochlea of my inner ear is cold.-Cavernous with the howl of the wind. Echoing-screaming through. And through.
The long cut provides no solace. Wind. Swooping around that J bend, carrying a sharp mist followed by nearly horizontal needles and a fierce blanket of air...
The garbage truck doesn't have time to smell today. Sent. Scent carried away so fast. SoO fast. Around the corner I am a skeleton. Trying to move-bubble brella, almost ruined. Legs heavy, upstream I wade.
My scarf unravels itself and coat opens.. skirt raises. Hair swirls, forgotten hat today. I crouch and huddle. Crossed legs and bend. Who is this wind that undresses me?
Forehead bare, my hunched shoulders protect me long enough to where I need to be. A dry five. Minutes. Wait isn't so bad... I get on grateful, with dread, and I see...
An umbrella all alone as my opposite.. Handle extended.That's when I realize things cOuld be worse. With mine clenched- in a tin can I travel to the week's beginning.
Monday, 30 November 2009
Sunday, 29 November 2009
SuNdAy sPlaSH
Walking outside was like magic. Mystic, bright. Cleansing-like that movie moment when all things fall into place... or that first kiss and the rest is history. A slant of drops-gentle and steady. Illuminated as far as marbles roll down hill.. opening up my underneath eye. Sparkles and shine. Glisten. I listen. Peep pops all around. Sizzle of splash.. I want to share this sight. Tiny dino boots stomp-unbendable, gleeful..as me in my steel toes. Double looks. The puddles seem warmer today. Drops tickle my cheeks and bring ease to my wide stride and city beat. Pleasure filled prickles.
Pumpkin pie for starts and my opposite is downward... another with pleasure. Croissant, moist. Coffee, take away.. and a book old. Old. Binding broken and threads free. Pages tanned and brittle.. words beautifully printed, before it was a cinch. I can almost smell the inside from here... Like and antique store, a childhood memory. Orange and green. Peas and carrots.. Harper Lee.. clenched in palms.. To Kill A Mockingbird. Designed well, hand-held. Holding hands through the cover. Hardback.
And that she is... stomping up on bus.. 10 o'clock hour, energy drink in hand.. screaming profanities. Wobbling and stick thin, almost in my lap. I can smell her breath, sadly, and feel her reinforced edges. The experience of behavior. For her, I offer three deep breaths and that illumination that graced me at my doorstep. The sky is grey here. Blackhorse Lane, with her I share.
Pumpkin pie for starts and my opposite is downward... another with pleasure. Croissant, moist. Coffee, take away.. and a book old. Old. Binding broken and threads free. Pages tanned and brittle.. words beautifully printed, before it was a cinch. I can almost smell the inside from here... Like and antique store, a childhood memory. Orange and green. Peas and carrots.. Harper Lee.. clenched in palms.. To Kill A Mockingbird. Designed well, hand-held. Holding hands through the cover. Hardback.
And that she is... stomping up on bus.. 10 o'clock hour, energy drink in hand.. screaming profanities. Wobbling and stick thin, almost in my lap. I can smell her breath, sadly, and feel her reinforced edges. The experience of behavior. For her, I offer three deep breaths and that illumination that graced me at my doorstep. The sky is grey here. Blackhorse Lane, with her I share.
Saturday, 28 November 2009
SaTurDay TuRn bAck (3)
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Thursday June
7:40 am
date
four. four..
If you are counting...
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Sleepy and sunny. Stuck in the realm of linen chains, like a corpse from deep-awaken. Shaken. Popped and dropped, plans under the rug. Swept and sprinkled. Tinkled twice.
Glass peeked, my reflection. Yellow train triangle. Fancied, feathered, sleek-we stared. Eyes looked, smile like stirrups, adventures. Simultaneous search. Fly and foot. Worm. Warm. Satisfaction hopeful. In today's rotation. Galluped to crumbs. Anger. Lack of respect. Respite. Recognition. realization.. but on floor. Crusted. Camouflaged, conceit. Act to clean up. Care to pretend. Please to aim. Shame. Less is more? More less. Stress. Slammed. Stepped. Stairs. Frilly. Lillies. Bloomed. Dusty. Sugar song. Taste fresh air. Morning. Urban. Harmony.
First. Black. Blue. Brown. Brown. Blue. Concrete connections. Pupils. countless and questioned. Welcomed. Worldly whirlwind. Understanding. Sitting. Skipping. Wishing. Wanting. Walking. Second-first. flying. Motionless. Without blink. Stagnant humanity. Togetherness unspoken. Unnecessary. Locked in gaze-fueled footprints of today's delight.
AGAIN:
8:56pm on the 205
Woaaaaaah!! Swirvey and curvy, up top and low down. All around-clenches and looks. Near misses and sudden stops. A thrust, a slam. Aches to break. Simulation of drive not how to. Two contacts, tenses more. Brown and brown, again..add to the days hooray. We made it. and shared smiles. Laughs. Wide eyed, we still hold upon exiting. This is the last stop.
Thursday June
7:40 am
date
four. four..
If you are counting...
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Sleepy and sunny. Stuck in the realm of linen chains, like a corpse from deep-awaken. Shaken. Popped and dropped, plans under the rug. Swept and sprinkled. Tinkled twice.
Glass peeked, my reflection. Yellow train triangle. Fancied, feathered, sleek-we stared. Eyes looked, smile like stirrups, adventures. Simultaneous search. Fly and foot. Worm. Warm. Satisfaction hopeful. In today's rotation. Galluped to crumbs. Anger. Lack of respect. Respite. Recognition. realization.. but on floor. Crusted. Camouflaged, conceit. Act to clean up. Care to pretend. Please to aim. Shame. Less is more? More less. Stress. Slammed. Stepped. Stairs. Frilly. Lillies. Bloomed. Dusty. Sugar song. Taste fresh air. Morning. Urban. Harmony.
First. Black. Blue. Brown. Brown. Blue. Concrete connections. Pupils. countless and questioned. Welcomed. Worldly whirlwind. Understanding. Sitting. Skipping. Wishing. Wanting. Walking. Second-first. flying. Motionless. Without blink. Stagnant humanity. Togetherness unspoken. Unnecessary. Locked in gaze-fueled footprints of today's delight.
AGAIN:
8:56pm on the 205
Woaaaaaah!! Swirvey and curvy, up top and low down. All around-clenches and looks. Near misses and sudden stops. A thrust, a slam. Aches to break. Simulation of drive not how to. Two contacts, tenses more. Brown and brown, again..add to the days hooray. We made it. and shared smiles. Laughs. Wide eyed, we still hold upon exiting. This is the last stop.
bitS aNd pieceS
Oh so many travels today. Without a scribble. A forge in it all, fingers pressed both ways... yellow. A recollection of rough hands and deep wrinkles celebrating the end of a long day. We cheered together.
Morning cold coldness and a piggy back crave. Train terminated and a cold tear. Brisk force and a nearly busted button-shallow breaths. A soft-faced woman, two smiles and eye squints. Breakfast shared. Satisfied, I sat with an abundance of color...but oh so heavy. Crawling and sprawling with claws I clicked on through.
Later-Long waits for cab, even colder. Van packed, Controller 04. In a shiny tunnel with eyes open I traveled inside of a serpent. Moist grout. Private voyage. Not curved for horse and carriage like one once told me. Chlorine nostrils and talks of a winky wonky donkey. Both fatherly tales. Not mine.
Arrival and freeze for hours. Containers of the uncontained- and a group wait for return. Laughs and side walks. A giddyup. Frozen tail bones and the return of celery stick shins. Made up song.
With tar feet of confusion we dispersed. Finally. Here there, bus, no DLR, no bus, no DLR. Split and spit patterned pavement. We dodge...laugh...puke piles and a giant glOb of gOO. Deptford Bridge.
Jokingly misled and happily negative-parted with a flip... he ventured on to rob that Bank and beyond. The after midnight race game. Ahh...Westferry at last.
Eyes drooping, I go.
Morning cold coldness and a piggy back crave. Train terminated and a cold tear. Brisk force and a nearly busted button-shallow breaths. A soft-faced woman, two smiles and eye squints. Breakfast shared. Satisfied, I sat with an abundance of color...but oh so heavy. Crawling and sprawling with claws I clicked on through.
Later-Long waits for cab, even colder. Van packed, Controller 04. In a shiny tunnel with eyes open I traveled inside of a serpent. Moist grout. Private voyage. Not curved for horse and carriage like one once told me. Chlorine nostrils and talks of a winky wonky donkey. Both fatherly tales. Not mine.
Arrival and freeze for hours. Containers of the uncontained- and a group wait for return. Laughs and side walks. A giddyup. Frozen tail bones and the return of celery stick shins. Made up song.
With tar feet of confusion we dispersed. Finally. Here there, bus, no DLR, no bus, no DLR. Split and spit patterned pavement. We dodge...laugh...puke piles and a giant glOb of gOO. Deptford Bridge.
Jokingly misled and happily negative-parted with a flip... he ventured on to rob that Bank and beyond. The after midnight race game. Ahh...Westferry at last.
Eyes drooping, I go.
Thursday, 26 November 2009
gRavY
Blankly is this place between then and now-that one time and this time... I feel with tentacles. Sticking and floating-head of pressure, ahead of it all.
A day of thanks-for this moment-this page-almost last. This passage. This journey, a link of many. For one of my pleasures. The double train stop-double glass looks and books. Twice seen. Scene.
Thankful for that row of bright red brick along the tar brick wall, layers-For her joy of returning from a trip. With love and lost. Big luggage an a head of slump... for noticing her, an him-Standing, leaning.. should be pole dancing.. navy blue. Hot pink pen in breast pocket. Like Force. For catching a tiny glimpse; view finder. Click, slide changed. A frame... just the tops of a few buildings-Chimneys, Poppins-I jump.
That sound of flipping newspaper pages.. the wobble of this ride, writing difficult- I pretend and thank. One eyed and closed-something. Thinking. Two with Red Bulls-don't agree, but thankful he is finding satisfaction. Doors close sO loudly. Tired head aches..recalling to offer gratitude for my awareness for that....
Postcard reflections in greasy glass of sunrise. Like the shine in her frames on that perfect lean. The sun. Thanks for the silhouettes of naked trees.. offering so much, the morning semi silence and that gigantic ultra puffy, ultra white cloud. Explosive and plentiful. Like whipped cream. Sculpted to my liking- I want to bounce upon it and flee. Free. Fall. Digest it all..
Pulled back down, I am thankful for where I am- On the green, awakened awareness with extra gravy..... I loan you my spoon.
A day of thanks-for this moment-this page-almost last. This passage. This journey, a link of many. For one of my pleasures. The double train stop-double glass looks and books. Twice seen. Scene.
Thankful for that row of bright red brick along the tar brick wall, layers-For her joy of returning from a trip. With love and lost. Big luggage an a head of slump... for noticing her, an him-Standing, leaning.. should be pole dancing.. navy blue. Hot pink pen in breast pocket. Like Force. For catching a tiny glimpse; view finder. Click, slide changed. A frame... just the tops of a few buildings-Chimneys, Poppins-I jump.
That sound of flipping newspaper pages.. the wobble of this ride, writing difficult- I pretend and thank. One eyed and closed-something. Thinking. Two with Red Bulls-don't agree, but thankful he is finding satisfaction. Doors close sO loudly. Tired head aches..recalling to offer gratitude for my awareness for that....
Postcard reflections in greasy glass of sunrise. Like the shine in her frames on that perfect lean. The sun. Thanks for the silhouettes of naked trees.. offering so much, the morning semi silence and that gigantic ultra puffy, ultra white cloud. Explosive and plentiful. Like whipped cream. Sculpted to my liking- I want to bounce upon it and flee. Free. Fall. Digest it all..
Pulled back down, I am thankful for where I am- On the green, awakened awareness with extra gravy..... I loan you my spoon.
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
thiRSt
Skin so thin. Mole. On the back of my neck. I preserve. Wordless this morning-happily so. The horizontal roll breaks the cotton wool stained of smog along. Gaze.
Amber shines upon me. Waking life. My eyes become see-through.. BiGGer than yesterday-From in here it is spring. I see a popsicle in the sky and I am thirsty
and I blink back.
Amber shines upon me. Waking life. My eyes become see-through.. BiGGer than yesterday-From in here it is spring. I see a popsicle in the sky and I am thirsty
and I blink back.
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
ciTrus in tHe ciTy
Twenty Five....and that she turned. Sweet. Sweetly. Celebrate. Sound. Spirals underneath and awe. Two twenty-fours ago...in that place, that stole my pump-ing out and in...
Seven down. Shut. Stride-four. Open. Shut. Stride one. Four more. Down. Tile Slippery. Stride. Five. Screeeeech stop. Stop. Like that Looney on the edge of cliff... I teetered, staring oh so tall-claw-of toes, unhelpful. -A three inch drop.. Gnawed chicken bone to greet me. Chuckle. Long stride oveR. Luck. Bone then bus. Immediate.
Scruffy. Rump. Chiseled. Stone-face smile. Better than the bone greeting. Morning.. etc.. swap of grin and words. Benevolence of approach. Long pony-shiny black, tied back. Dimples. Dark. European. Mediterranean. Handsome for the sake of so much....then he buys a Sun...
Even better.. down, turn, down, train at my feet. Jump on. Bag and bag and orange striped... I wonder about my day-about the filth of the handkerchief in his pocket.. about the separation of fast and slow.. the difference of being alone and being lonely...The race of mind.
Oh yes, ... what does it say today?: May your inner self be secure and happy.
A bit much to tackle this time and place. Placidly, I hope on my own. .. May those I meet on today's path carry positivity on a platter. My tray is too full for leftovers today, but indeed, I am still hungry.
And so it was..nearing the mid of the night as I type... showered with random bubbles of decency, of humanity... I reminisce- and continue to hope, indebted to their platter,
Satsumas for all.
Seven down. Shut. Stride-four. Open. Shut. Stride one. Four more. Down. Tile Slippery. Stride. Five. Screeeeech stop. Stop. Like that Looney on the edge of cliff... I teetered, staring oh so tall-claw-of toes, unhelpful. -A three inch drop.. Gnawed chicken bone to greet me. Chuckle. Long stride oveR. Luck. Bone then bus. Immediate.
Scruffy. Rump. Chiseled. Stone-face smile. Better than the bone greeting. Morning.. etc.. swap of grin and words. Benevolence of approach. Long pony-shiny black, tied back. Dimples. Dark. European. Mediterranean. Handsome for the sake of so much....then he buys a Sun...
Even better.. down, turn, down, train at my feet. Jump on. Bag and bag and orange striped... I wonder about my day-about the filth of the handkerchief in his pocket.. about the separation of fast and slow.. the difference of being alone and being lonely...The race of mind.
Oh yes, ... what does it say today?: May your inner self be secure and happy.
A bit much to tackle this time and place. Placidly, I hope on my own. .. May those I meet on today's path carry positivity on a platter. My tray is too full for leftovers today, but indeed, I am still hungry.
And so it was..nearing the mid of the night as I type... showered with random bubbles of decency, of humanity... I reminisce- and continue to hope, indebted to their platter,
Satsumas for all.
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