Tuesday, November 15, 2011
postcards from everywhere
I’ll be sending you a postcard from everywhere
But you might not receive anything at all.
Wrote you constantly
I’m just another dancing gypsy?
You’re my miracle bird, my abstract dancer.
And pack your gear
We’re going off to war
Beneath the wilderness
A battle in these tents
At the end
They say
You gotta
Let it go
Cause
Time will
Kill me yet
But you might not receive anything at all.
Wrote you constantly
I’m just another dancing gypsy?
You’re my miracle bird, my abstract dancer.
And pack your gear
We’re going off to war
Beneath the wilderness
A battle in these tents
At the end
They say
You gotta
Let it go
Cause
Time will
Kill me yet
Tugboat
work that tugboat
Struck by lightning
You were old as the hills
And young like the day
How do you feel about
Riding it out?
Writing it out?
We’re meant to lose the people we love?
How do you know?
Well ya taught me what it meant to miss somebody
If you’re looking for a good time
You’re gonna come with me.
You’re gonna slip by me.
Dont want to spend the rest of my life on an iceberg
So better start doing what you’re meant to do, my brother
Work that tugboat
What the hell you waiting for?
Struck by lightning
You were old as the hills
And young like the day
How do you feel about
Riding it out?
Writing it out?
We’re meant to lose the people we love?
How do you know?
Well ya taught me what it meant to miss somebody
If you’re looking for a good time
You’re gonna come with me.
You’re gonna slip by me.
Dont want to spend the rest of my life on an iceberg
So better start doing what you’re meant to do, my brother
Work that tugboat
What the hell you waiting for?
Henry Miller wasn't that handsome either..........
I DONT COP A TUDE
Cause i aint that great in bed
That’s what she said!
Probably somewhere around average
Maybe even less
My breath
Tastes like seaweed
I try to pluck away at the nostril hair
But sometimes am unsuccessful
I am no greek god of the world
Standing before you at
68 inches
With a broken heart squeezing my
Cerebellum
I’m not that manly
But i have a lot of motivation
I’m not that strong
But i own
Persistance
My palms
Are 3x
Sweatier then the average
Even if i wipe them off it doesn’t help.
You have nice eyes, shes says
Nice eyes don’t pay the bills
You’ve got an angular capricorn face
Are you trying to say i look like a goat?
Henry miller wasn’t that handsome either maybe i have a chance.
Cause i aint that great in bed
That’s what she said!
Probably somewhere around average
Maybe even less
My breath
Tastes like seaweed
I try to pluck away at the nostril hair
But sometimes am unsuccessful
I am no greek god of the world
Standing before you at
68 inches
With a broken heart squeezing my
Cerebellum
I’m not that manly
But i have a lot of motivation
I’m not that strong
But i own
Persistance
My palms
Are 3x
Sweatier then the average
Even if i wipe them off it doesn’t help.
You have nice eyes, shes says
Nice eyes don’t pay the bills
You’ve got an angular capricorn face
Are you trying to say i look like a goat?
Henry miller wasn’t that handsome either maybe i have a chance.
Milagros
Every day i feel a little bit different
All these new times
LIKE CREAM IN MY COFFEE
Limbs and loins imprisoned
Never know whats coming for you
RISE UP LIKE LAZARUS
There’s a silence in this house.
Walking so awkward with your
CANDY CANE
At the awful mansion
Best day of my life, she said
WAS WHEN I WAS LOST
In new orleans
I believe in miracles. Do you?
All these new times
LIKE CREAM IN MY COFFEE
Limbs and loins imprisoned
Never know whats coming for you
RISE UP LIKE LAZARUS
There’s a silence in this house.
Walking so awkward with your
CANDY CANE
At the awful mansion
Best day of my life, she said
WAS WHEN I WAS LOST
In new orleans
I believe in miracles. Do you?
Trip to Lima.
ABULIA- THE NOVEL
DOTY RAN DOWN THE STAIRS. SHE DIDN’T WANT HER DADDY TO SEE HER LIKE THIS. MASCARA COMBINED WITH A TEARDROP THRUSTING INK DOWN TOWARD HER NOSTRIL. SHE KNEW KEVIN WOULD NOT SURVIVE IF SHE TOLD HER DAD THE TRUTH. AND SHE DIDN’T WANT IT TO COME TO THIS. THE ONLY WAY OUT OF THE SITUATION WAS WAY OUT. SHE WOULDN’T WRITE AND SHE WOULDN’T CALL. EVERYBODY WOULD WONDER WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED. AND IT WASN’T BECAUSE SHE WANTED EVERYONE TO FEEL SORRY FOR HER. SHE JUST DIDN’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL ELSE TO DO.
“maybe i can escape to ecuador. Or macchu picchu. maybe meet a holy man who can instruct me. I’m not looking for the answers here.”
She wanted to go somewhere where her dollars could stretch. So she didn’t have to bring a suitcase, she could get what she needed there. She took the sock out of her drawer, the one with green and blue stripes where she kept her tip money.
“what am i going to tell my boss?”
She thought out loud to herself. Then halted. She grabbed the money and ran out the door. It seemed like the farther she got from the house the faster she ran. She had never flown like this before, not even in dreams. For a split second she thought about trying out for the olympics.
“There’s no way they sprint this fast,” she thought, “maybe this time I could win something.” The fog zapped her eyes opened wide as she ducked down double skipping down the subway steps. She didn’t pay for a ticket but lept over the red traingular doors and down more stairs into the open arms of the subway. Once in, those doors could not close fast enough. And when they opened 22 minutes later, she sprinted up staircases out of breath but determined.
“They’re never going to see me again, nor I them.” For about 5 seconds she felt alright, before her gastrocnemius muscle began to ache. She glided into a walk and silently leaped over the double doors where her nonexistent ticket was supposed to open them for her. One more flight of stairs and she would be at the airport.
By the time she got to the first terminal she was limping. She did not want to go anywhere domestic and kept right on. She found aero peru, and waited in line at the counter.
“how much for a one way ticket to Lima?”
“Leaving today?”
“Yes, next flight.”
She’d never flown this way. Every time she vacationed in the past was a rehearsed affair. Hours online searching for the best faire for air tickets and hotels. Everything weeks in advance. She knew the price for her desperation would be steep.
“920 dollars.”
She didn’t care. She put the money in cash on the counter and grabbed her ticket. She passed a homeless man sitting on a chair, dozed off. Taking out her phone and placing it next to the man, she thought,
“i won’t be needing this.”
Then she made her way into security. She stoically parted with her shoes and walked on through the line quicker then all the people with luggage to put through the x ray machine. The security guard wanded her down and she made it through in record time.
Her flight was on time, and she boarded. After 2 melatonin she was out cold.
“Even dreams we don’t remember still affect us.” She awoke to the voice of what sounded like a Doctor. He sat in the seat in back of her. She peered through a crack in the seat so she could catch a glance of his face. She wondered what he was talking about.
“How do they affect us?” A woman sitting next to him asked.
“The subconscious remembers everything. Even things we think can’t be heard are heard. And the unseen seen. A smile out of the corner of one’s eye, a frown from the nurse in the operating room.”
Doty opened the window. It was not light outside, but getting there. She was anxious with the anticipation of landing somewhere new, but it wasn’t the same excitement she had known before upon embarking to foreigh lands. She wasn’t “getting off” on ecstatic emotions, so much as logically trying to engage her mind in what best to do next.
DOTY RAN DOWN THE STAIRS. SHE DIDN’T WANT HER DADDY TO SEE HER LIKE THIS. MASCARA COMBINED WITH A TEARDROP THRUSTING INK DOWN TOWARD HER NOSTRIL. SHE KNEW KEVIN WOULD NOT SURVIVE IF SHE TOLD HER DAD THE TRUTH. AND SHE DIDN’T WANT IT TO COME TO THIS. THE ONLY WAY OUT OF THE SITUATION WAS WAY OUT. SHE WOULDN’T WRITE AND SHE WOULDN’T CALL. EVERYBODY WOULD WONDER WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED. AND IT WASN’T BECAUSE SHE WANTED EVERYONE TO FEEL SORRY FOR HER. SHE JUST DIDN’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL ELSE TO DO.
“maybe i can escape to ecuador. Or macchu picchu. maybe meet a holy man who can instruct me. I’m not looking for the answers here.”
She wanted to go somewhere where her dollars could stretch. So she didn’t have to bring a suitcase, she could get what she needed there. She took the sock out of her drawer, the one with green and blue stripes where she kept her tip money.
“what am i going to tell my boss?”
She thought out loud to herself. Then halted. She grabbed the money and ran out the door. It seemed like the farther she got from the house the faster she ran. She had never flown like this before, not even in dreams. For a split second she thought about trying out for the olympics.
“There’s no way they sprint this fast,” she thought, “maybe this time I could win something.” The fog zapped her eyes opened wide as she ducked down double skipping down the subway steps. She didn’t pay for a ticket but lept over the red traingular doors and down more stairs into the open arms of the subway. Once in, those doors could not close fast enough. And when they opened 22 minutes later, she sprinted up staircases out of breath but determined.
“They’re never going to see me again, nor I them.” For about 5 seconds she felt alright, before her gastrocnemius muscle began to ache. She glided into a walk and silently leaped over the double doors where her nonexistent ticket was supposed to open them for her. One more flight of stairs and she would be at the airport.
By the time she got to the first terminal she was limping. She did not want to go anywhere domestic and kept right on. She found aero peru, and waited in line at the counter.
“how much for a one way ticket to Lima?”
“Leaving today?”
“Yes, next flight.”
She’d never flown this way. Every time she vacationed in the past was a rehearsed affair. Hours online searching for the best faire for air tickets and hotels. Everything weeks in advance. She knew the price for her desperation would be steep.
“920 dollars.”
She didn’t care. She put the money in cash on the counter and grabbed her ticket. She passed a homeless man sitting on a chair, dozed off. Taking out her phone and placing it next to the man, she thought,
“i won’t be needing this.”
Then she made her way into security. She stoically parted with her shoes and walked on through the line quicker then all the people with luggage to put through the x ray machine. The security guard wanded her down and she made it through in record time.
Her flight was on time, and she boarded. After 2 melatonin she was out cold.
“Even dreams we don’t remember still affect us.” She awoke to the voice of what sounded like a Doctor. He sat in the seat in back of her. She peered through a crack in the seat so she could catch a glance of his face. She wondered what he was talking about.
“How do they affect us?” A woman sitting next to him asked.
“The subconscious remembers everything. Even things we think can’t be heard are heard. And the unseen seen. A smile out of the corner of one’s eye, a frown from the nurse in the operating room.”
Doty opened the window. It was not light outside, but getting there. She was anxious with the anticipation of landing somewhere new, but it wasn’t the same excitement she had known before upon embarking to foreigh lands. She wasn’t “getting off” on ecstatic emotions, so much as logically trying to engage her mind in what best to do next.
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