Northern Sky In June

Warm haze

Brings thoughts to mind

of decay

of things lost

I'm feeling now

color

How does that happen

Make me melt

Float away

//Figuration Nº.1//

//Figuration Nº.1//

Eat falafels
Close one sad eye during the conversation

Let it look for a sunny day.

I met with a friend for lunch a while back. I was doing a lot of portraiture and some figure drawing at the time. If I'd had a pad of paper I'd have scrawled down that bit of peasant grace diligently and carefully as a page or a squire if only I had the memory to match with the proper faculty anymore. It was however this that was the essential expression/gesture that stuck with me as described in words. I hope one day to be able to reconstitute these written descriptions into drawings.

Absinthe

The flame licks the glass

And the green poison bursts to flame.

My nose catches the strong scent of burning

And I recoil

--If only for a second.

He chuckles,

I smile,

As the second flame makes contact with her wings.

This time I breathe it in

Anise touches the back of my throat,

Grips on

As if to hold the way for what's to come.

The third flame strikes

What's left of the green fairy comes undone

And as I drink her in

Our minds begin to grapple,

And in the midst of the struggle I realize

That I will never know if I won.

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No secrets here. I drank some absinthe last night, and scribbled this out on a spare piece of paper while making the 40 minute stumble home at 4am. Couldn't think of a better title.

Alternative Eating

Lead paint diet

Tell me when

And send me back to work again.

//Highway 22//

Snow streaked wind lines dance over the road:
______________
It’s quiet and I’ve passed_____
____far
________Far away from where I’m going.