birds of a feather

purrito

purrito town.

for ol' green eyes

the only note i can't hit (ahem) is "overlover." really. this is not the usual over-the-bridge-humm-number but it went so, today. you're welcome, new york city...this here's a 2-parter; she's not simple. not as long as i can remember - although it certainly didn't all register, when we bought her cd in 1994. ms. BaDu was out the gates special. she can be insecure, she can be 20 feet fall, too. she can be proud, demeaning. she can be jealous, she can be up or over, insanely under, and unbelievably vulnerable, most often where love is concerned. surprisingly so, for such a grand, magnetic persona...stars flicker, though, don't they? when she proclaims insecurity, tears, uncertainty, jealousy, despair, she is usually doing so for herself. and then her voice goes, and this part of her disappears. and that there's the great unraveling. it's what makes her supreme - she has nothing to hide.

so long

i just spent 45ish minutes trying to write about this particular tree that i sat with a few saturdays ago, but nothing. there is no story to be made of it. this theme (roots, blossoms, fruit, branches that caress cheeks with bright green leaves, etc.) is deaded. when i sat with it last it was sunset (i swear), and that cast of beautiful orange-red was on us, but it was not a postcard situation; nothing i know has to do with vacation. we sat in silence mostly because we have lost the thread, yes...my options were two and i wanted neither. i upped, cold and delirious. the tree stayed, with its fixed p.o.v., holding a sign that read "sos" in loud, colorful print. in my dreams, however, i see it mobile and wild before me, accelerating aggressively south towards the bridge, on ancient legs that only pedal forward, moving with a seed's lucky speed, the virgin's blessing tucked hastily into back pockets, saying au revoir, au revoir, au revoir! ! !

it feels like a eucalyptus grove inside my chest.

alejate de mi, no te quiero mas

Moscow Zoo, 1920

broadway, 3 (colorcolor)

object lust

aren't you splendid

these water droplets are nice like; i feel it here, here, and here.

cosas que me gustan del www, #14 (ahora sin casa)