Well at long last the interweb psy-ops project against MY SKULL has successfully concluded and that's as good an excuse as any for a run-on sentence and a couple of new poems....
(In other words, my internet connection has finally been restored)
Saturday, October 02, 2010
1995
i remember
more carnicerias
than grocery stores
more banda in the carnicerias
than lite-fm
more graffiti
than chamber of commerce banners
more pick-up trucks
than SUV's
more juanitas
than ashleys
more punk rock flyers
than Reader boxes
and the more i think about it
the less i want to remember.
more carnicerias
than grocery stores
more banda in the carnicerias
than lite-fm
more graffiti
than chamber of commerce banners
more pick-up trucks
than SUV's
more juanitas
than ashleys
more punk rock flyers
than Reader boxes
and the more i think about it
the less i want to remember.
TRAFFIC LIGHTS
i saw her yesterday
down the sidewalk in
a faded green sweater
laughing with a boy
holding coffee-to-go
the traffic
back-lit the evening at 5:45
and i remembered that
this was exactly how it was
supposed to happen
to say it all
as the city passes by
and people fold papers
and send texts
and adjust earbuds
...she waved with her hands
and he nodded yes yes yes and
she leaned in and he threw back
a ferocious laugh...
without effort
or pity or even
having to cross the street.
down the sidewalk in
a faded green sweater
laughing with a boy
holding coffee-to-go
the traffic
back-lit the evening at 5:45
and i remembered that
this was exactly how it was
supposed to happen
to say it all
as the city passes by
and people fold papers
and send texts
and adjust earbuds
...she waved with her hands
and he nodded yes yes yes and
she leaned in and he threw back
a ferocious laugh...
without effort
or pity or even
having to cross the street.
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