The vocalic repetition of ‘play with me, play with me’ vibrating with the shivers of skin spent in the sun & now rising to the occasion of air conditioning. I have been conditioned by the vibrant interaction with the unique & intentional, yet spontaneous people of this realm, and I now demand more of this daily experience. It is an occupation, this madness… & the coffee shops, the bars, they are the set for the introverted drama that, we hope, some day some one will care about…or in the least, learn something from.
I bite in to an orange.
It cums on my ankle.
The sticky sure to attract the accumulated dirt in my bed later —
Dirt of those bad dreams,
falling downhill & driving upside-down.
The dirt the cat dragged in.
I really do have a cat.
You don’t believe me?
I’m here with you now, but in a few hours I will inevitably ask you to leave.
I can spend a night with you but I am forbidden to say I spent the night with you.
Do you know what this means?
These sheets hold unspoken anxiety —
except for the morning it was spoken very loud.
The look on his face,
I still can’t swallow right.
Swallow it right.
“No longer a backdrop, it is now the adventure itself, an adventure enacted before the backdrop of the commonly accepted banality of private life” - Milan Kundera [something resonating with current thought & the photograph(s) I made last night]
our eyes hung low with the soggy drone of an evening soaked in red