-cross section of a saturday afternoon-
the radio sings to me, hears the end of the world
between the stabs of needles and powder,
I have set sail on a river paved south
riding down a little notebook life
of ambiguity and fog.
flying down interstate five, I leave my life
to the ice pick tongues of dead men,
packs and bags, deadweights and deadwants,
crumbling into a sea of diamonds
and blinking out like last year’s christmas bulbs
remember:
write me a letter sometime
when I’m in that cubicle of infinity,
that desert life of dry tongues
and powdered words,
when I’ve become an afterthought
a home lost in the hills
of ambiguity and fog.
the radio sings to me,
catch me, oh spiral arm of galaxy.
[Original Post Date: 04/09/2003]
Comments (8)
who are you reading these days? any recommendations?
hi connie. that is a good question, i just got over a murakami phase and haven’t found any other writers to delve into. actually… i’ve been visiting that other site linked on your page, poems.com, and was impressed enough to purchase their book. anything on your list?
cool, i haven’t read anything of his. i’m currently reading “snow” by orhan pamuk. set in turkey. on the depressing side.
poems dot com is a good satisfying daily fix — i’ve been off it, but hope to revisit when i’m ready. glad you’re enjoying. let us know if anything inspires you.
See? I’m sleeping early…
I remember seeing that book on the shelf at the airport during one of my business trips. Almost picked it up too. Would you recommend it?
Okay, where is it?
Don’t think that I didn’t see it.
^_^
Where’s what???
Nevermind…you mentioned that you’d have things coming in and out of draft mode…
Phooey! ^_^