sub rosa

bourgeoisie tip toeing

in the know(Sing)

castles of courtesans

tossing petals and posies

flaxen locks

unruly heathen[s(In)]

silk skivvies

way(Down)ward drool

Lest(er) the jester japes

skylarking, that fool

his highness

with a goblet

spilled wine

on his gauntlet

his armour, a bit loose

and shamelessly undone

your sovereign chest VS. her forbidden breasts

make this move, but beware- she may capture your kingdom

your Lilliputian (K)nights couldn't stand a chance

she'd have them cornered, those fellows, confused

in your tower so tall made of brick and cobblestone walls

you left your scent, an essence emerging from

the candle flickering in her mind

through (P)ages she awaits you

she'll

DRAG, YOU

DRAG, YOU -a -c -r -o -s -s

DRAG, YOU

DRAG, YOU

d

o

w

n

DRAG, YOU

DRAG, YOU __________o_______ f ____ f

to be continued

my innate senses must just be freakishly good

passing fellow conwegians on the walking trail i get powerful unpleasant whiffs of perfumes and hairspray and freshly washed clothes, as if they had been soaked in soap and let dry

who the hell wears perfume to go running? or hair spray? i guess that lady i just passed does. more like all fifteen of them (not together) do. individuals. i encountered their smell trail

when i'm running i'd rather just take in all that is the outside air, the fall leaves and dirt and sweat and spit

not detergenty odors and fresh scents

i felt like gagging for a handful of seconds, and then it goes away until another flowery artificial aroma sneaks in my nostrils

after jogging a mile and cooling off, i set out to start another mile back east toward my block

on my way back i see 3 people i saw two days before

i try to make an effort to smile at people i pass, that's just me. i don't know what it is. i just love people. all kinds of people. well, not all of them. some people disregard me and look at the ground instead, but most of them just nod or smile back. i encountered a little girl swerving back and forth on a bicycle without training wheels, her father was swerving right along with her trying to keep her going straight on the path , she was all over the place. i was about to my 2 mile point as i passed them going the opposite direction and said 'you can do it!' her dad, 'we've come a long way...' (i thought the same thing in subject to myself) she just grinned in her pink helmet and steady pedaled on

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(5) Rad. (1 Apr 2008).

_______________________

"Rad"

air dense with body heat

punk kids swaying bodies

tapping oxfords, hightops

to the evergoing beat.

moving,

grooving,

reciprocate the energy.

push, keep others steady

in the friendly mosh pit, feel

the bass, your heart thump

volume so resonant, it's tangible

-Danceworthy.

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(4) Supper= Bagel, tuna, cheese, apple, carrot, grape juice.

I must taste this air. I am opening my window. The one without the screen. Hopefully nothing crazy will fly in like last time. A big curious bumblebee who realized my room contains no living pollen population and buzzed back out. I bet one can hear Beirut on the sidewalk, fading into the atmosphere.




Can that 'you' be me? Please?

Tuesday, June 3, 2008 at 3:24pm

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(3) untitled

stormy weather
my favorite.
tornado possibilities
passing over,
windy streaks
forming molecules,
pretensious trees
owning poses
screaming wildly.

07 may 2007

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(2) ike-ish

once every hour you could hear the trees snapping like firewood cracking in the stove. like sticks bending til two pieces remain. like abrupt banging popping firecrackers
What's that sound!?
The breeze picks up, My blinds breathe in and out of my windows, inhale, exhale. The rodent creature in the cage hurriedly hides in her only courner, dark, underneath her 2nd level. It isn't storming anymore, just windy. Still the air bellows, squeezing through seals of doors, swoosh, squish, bloooooow. Kelly green debris, leaves branches twigs flow down the sidewalk as a jagged stream spinning whirling every which way until the tropical weather effects finally decide to settle.









//14 September, 2008 Sunday AM

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going to paste recently discovered old notes for the next few posts.

(1)

t l g t t q t

my ex lover returned last
night post
valentine-tine
post
post script oh
ami spécial secret superbe
usual
routine nothing
i-n-b-e-t-w-e-e-n
new roads same
direction

16 febr 2009

so,

i get really stoked about life sometimes

and these times i can't sleep sometimes

these times leave me dreaming

without dreaming, really,

still awake you know,

not asleep, but

i'm still drea

-ming. d-r-

e-a-m-i-

n-g.

so it's september apparently

but i haven't changed my

calendar, i might now

since it's the 6th.

six days on aug-

ust when it's

really sept-

ember you

wouldn't

know

unl

ess

you

were

me i don't

quite keep track

of days like most people

i just kind of drift through

drift through like a zephyr doing its thing

drift though like a stranger on the street

when autumn's air decides to breathe in

after the indian summer's all choked out

i root

i trunk

i tree

i branch

i leaf

i sprout

to be edited /to not

3:55 am

**

you left your scent, an essence emerging from the candle flickering in my mind.

......{{

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	keep moving keep pioneering dont you dare sit at bay let the wind be to yr back and hit those waves sail onward kids