If I died on this plane I would hope that it would disintegrate in the air And I would freeze And my iPod would be reduced to powder all over the california coast
If I died on this plane I would hope that it would disintegrate in the air And I would freeze And my iPod would be reduced to powder all over the california coast
okay, so I think I’ve figured it out:
i am a man, and although I think differently,
it seems that I still am part wolf.
otherwise I have run out of ideas.
evidence being that a wolf
will bellow or snap or snarl
or show his teeth
mostly cause he doesn’t understand/is confused.
that is how I feel when I do
aforementioned wolf things
not a werewolf, those are a figment
i am a true shape-shifter
a real house-wolf
a confused boy when I snap out of
wolf-mode.
Lol not a raid
Just cops
Reg cops
Fat old hilarious cops
Ones that were cool and smoked mad cigs
Little whiny asshole ones
Big sassy black ones
They came in and said ‘what is this is this some sort of commune?’
and we said ‘lol’
They knocked on our doors and told us to ‘get the fuck out.’
and we did and they looked at the IDs.
But I didn’t, I walked out the back
or the front, really
Thought I have ‘something to protect.’
Before that, I may/may not have been
Harriet Tubman
the drinking gourd is the back/front door
For those who are not old enough to drink adult drinks.
Said ‘Go left.’ and they ‘went right.’
keep looking at tomsk webcams
are these people I know?
do they know they are very close to my old apartment?
are they aware that they are on the internet?
I’m having trouble remembering what it was to
be in Russia.
I’m trying to remember how cold it was
the ice on my beard
girls I would look at critically
Is that the man who shoveled the snow when I lived there?
how many of those busses have I been inside?
THIS IS A STEEL HORSE
THAT IS PULLING ME ALL OVER RUSSIA WITH DRUNKS
AND TRAIN MOMS
THERE ARE BIG INDUSTRY BUILDINGS
AND ABANDONED SOVIET ONES
I HAVE BEEN READING MANY BOOKS
I WISH I WERE WRITING LETTERS
OR ANYTHING FOR THAT MATTER
I OFTEN CLOSE MY EYES AND SEE NOTHING
THEN I DREAM AND IT IS WEIRD
This is the closest thing to white without being artificial.
until your eyes adjust all you see is white separated by a few gray horizontal lines at various distances
and then a few small vertical brown growths from what used to be the ground.
the gray horizontal lines congeal into bursts of vertical growth
genetically, not seasonally white.
biome indicators
the white isn’t smooth, though
there is a definition to it
like lumpiness
a minor topography
dips down in the middle
where the river was
rises again on the other side
the sky is cloudy and therefore it means it is only slightly darker
than all of the other white. it shares a reverse topography with the ground
in atmospheric lumps.
He said I’m not sure what I am and she said that’s okay
so he said something like great and she said what do you really Iike
and he said music or something and she said you’re the best pumpkin here
and he liked her skeleton and said something like you’re my favorite and then
they went home and everything was fine.
So she said let’s hang out and be productive so she read his book
and he cleaned his floor and she was reading on his bed and he
was cleaning. Everybody else was outside
He said I like you and he meant it. She probably knew.
They had recently started dating.
I said hi and she said hi and I said lets hang out
and she said yeah and I said where and she said dunno
so I said okay and she said lets get beer and go to a park.
I said which park and she said I don’t know this is fishtown
and I said I used to live here and let’s go to the fireman park
so she said okay and we walked there and we drank beers.
I asked what does Russia mean to you and she said I don’t know
and I said Siberia is important to me and she said really and I said yeah
we drank the beers and then she said let’s walk back and then Jay came home
and I said let’s hang out with Jay and she said okay.
Jay asked what we were doing and I said hanging out and she said
my name is Vika and he said my name is Jay and then we talked about fighting
and then I said we should go and Jay said okay and we left
I said I had a great time and she said me too.
‘Are these pomegranates any good?
‘I don’t know. Let me look.
She said ‘How do you pick out pomegranates?’
‘I think you just make sure they’re red. I don’t know really. I guess you really should open them, but I don’t want to open up all your merchandise.
‘How many do you think we should get?
‘Probably like five. I like Pomegranates. I’ll probably eat about five.
‘Okay. Get some.
‘Where are these from?
She said ‘Someone’s backyard’.
‘one bag of grapefruit please.
‘that’s two dollars.
For about ten miles, it seems that you’ve finally achieved being nowhere, somewhere between the plumbingless houses and smokey bear signs and the timber line. The steady incline, the winding curves, the general lack of opposing traffic.
‘and this bag of avocados too.
‘that makes five total.
If you want to, there’s a place near the stop where you can top, get out, look. Spend twenty minutes looking at everything, squinting against the sun, blurring the road to the point of obscurity.
the cars are there
if you want to look at them
seem stuck to the side of the mountain
if not, there are some other options
I stop at a farmer’s stand and get some grapefruit and avocados. Three miles later the grass seed and lawn-watering starts. This is the desert’s forced terminus.
this desert has a lot more brush than I would have imagined
I drove past the houses without running water
knew this cause I saw
the tank
where they refill their tanks
slow, low dust
stopped after the last house where the dog barked
and the kid waved
the road ended and I found a hill, walked up it.
there were snake holes everywhere
and by that I mean there were holes in the ground
and some snakes could probably fit inside
and drew that conclusion
there I sat and sunburned
the wind made my mandolin whistle
there were mountains on all sides and some were taller than others
there were no clouds and the sun was very hot
the humidity was low so I didn’t sweat
I looked at the horizon and tried to think about meaningful things but
no meaningful thoughts came out.
just things like:
‘this is the first time I ever saw wild cactus’
so I drove out and the dog barked at me again as I drove by.
last night I collided with a telephone pole
at ~12 mph
after a car grazed me
and I could hear my wheels grinding against the curb
and put my hands up and hit a telephone pole with my body.
now my knee is swollen and I limp when I walk but was thinking that
a chronic limp might be the ‘look’ I’m going for.
It is no longer a dog/wolf when it know longer walks on four feet/paws or identifies with vagrants/strangers and is essentially accepted/implemented by society/other people.
It is therefore what is was before. a reversion, a backmirror. It retains the memories of all previous states