Friday, February 24, 2006

Something all right

When the word becomes the fall guy, there I am in the middle of drinking and when? Hip to old rhythms, like a charm or an old guy waiting at a bus stop, or a pioneering hairstyle, or a flan something. Like me for my looks or like me for my strange ways of saying Spanish, but just like me. You’ll have a thing or two to say to me when you meet my feet of happiness. When I meet my happiness, when I meet my happiness, I’ll be spinning around saucers, maybe not even here, Galaxy 1. Shine the shoes of some other world guy, he butts up against the road. It’s deboned, deveined, delightful to see you again, Mademoiselle of walking, of watching, of the colonnade, of the cannonade, of the youth pictorials done for the benefit of all the churches, we sang again. Didja hear us? We did.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

moustache refiguration

all of us have moustaches on the inside, even einstein's was on the inside, too. i bet he could have rotated his moustache forty five degrees from zero if he had had a handle on his own natural mitochondrial tonal thing. but, when fred (the turtle i had as a child) ran away, all was lost...i never had good luck with reptiles again, though i tried snakes a couple more times. there is something to be said for the part of the brain that waters plants.