speckled seasons
frowning reasons
bleaching sandals
and beaching vandals
exploding our desire to thrill.
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Wednesday:
The LA Lakers won the championship the other night.
It was sort of exciting.
And then, it got annoying as I was blocked from going to Del Taco by a bunch of cops in riot gear and helicopters flying overhead. The Del Taco I go to is right down the street from the Staples Center, where the Lakers play. You gotta love that sort of enthusiasm…
43 bonfires, 8 cars set on fire, one person shot dead in Huntington Park (where our office is!)…
http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/nm/20000620/ts/nba_riot_dc_5.html
Life swirls.
Tumble girls.
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Monday:
lots of laughing. Lots. Way more than you can ever imagine.
Coming from all around you. Everywhere. Nooks, and crannies, and grannies on the street. Everyone.
Unescapeable. And you try to join in. But you can’t. Because you’re not sure what’s so funny. But you want to be sure. You want that. Freedom. Or not.
Singing, and praise.
Hums from the bums on the street.
You tip your hat and laugh and cry.
And the neighborhood safety and service patrol nod.
Less than everything.
More than something.
Better, almost, than nothing.
With the overhead of tugging complications.
A piece goes out to you.
A peaceful time for me.
Watching the children wandering by,
noting the nothingness in their eyes.
Nothingness for change.
Nothingness for the deranged.
Nothingness for caring, and somethingness for video gaming.
Sorta somethingness for the future, but nothing specific, really.
And this is not hopeless.
Not at all. Not one bit.
And this is not hopeful, either.
But I suppose it could be. Or it could just be over.
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Wednesday:
The cloud is lifting a bit, but there is still a frown on my face.
I’m noticing the hunger in my gut, and the weight of my forehead…
It’s all pulling me down, I suppose,
but I’m hanging on.
Life is just too complicated these days.
There more communication I have with other people,
the more I realize I don’t know anything useful.
Everything I learn just makes me end up spending more time
learning more things that will end up distracting me even further from other things (more other things).
And I believe myself when I think ridiculously.
I am thinking hard.
and heavy.
Yep. Thinking.
Strange thing for me to be doing. I know.
Why do I strain myself so much.
What thought goal am I trying to reach?
Can I solve every problem just by thinking about it?
Probably not.
Can I solve every problem just by learning about it?
Probably not, but it’s hard to day.
Can I solve every problem at all?
Absolutely not, but how many can I solve?
And why do I need to solve so many problems in the first place?
Why can’t I just make new problems?
I suppose I do that, too.
ergh.
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Tuesday:
elect me
my platform is rising.
you can hear it if you listen close.
share your songs with me,
folk singer, close to the earth.
I’ll take you home tonight,
and feed you white rice.
trice I spread my plastic wings,
ready to leap.
My faith will plummet down with me,
But you will not let me crash.
I’m sure.
thorns
and nails.
trails open to my feet.
political action from far away,
blinding white lies meet me half way.
desperate dispersion
reckless persuasion
an enemy lost, and never to be seen again.