I totally did this before it became a craze... also, we called it 'facedown', you'll kindly recall.
somebody is smoking outside right now.
I thank smokers all of the time inside of my head all of the time, even though I know (logically) that I should be disappointed or angry at them. But I also know (emotionally) (yes. they are different. and yes. they are real.) that smoke smells like Europe. I have been back for almost a year exactly. It will be exact in two weeks time. That smell is glorious, and sometimes I forget what Europe smells like. I spent a lot of time smelling Europe... Smell, in my humble opinion, is a thoroughly under-appreciated sense, so I made a point of smelling things. Sure I looked a little strange at times, sniffing the walls of churches, exotic (can western Europe be considered "exotic"?) trees, subway stations and museum artifacts.
So thank you, anonymous smoker outside. Thank you for reminding me of the continent.
take me to a park.
in this shell
this body, full (soft) metal jacket.
LOUD MUSIC THAT'S JUST MINE, AND WHATEVER I WANT IT TO BE.
music's just noise unless you're alone,
as he said.
one of existing
world wheeling, hemming and hawing outside of me:
bounce their flesh/
vaporous morning air/
and think about their children/
future and current./
the begging 'ness' of the rest of the day,
hair wraps itself/
married to the breeze/
in sinuous tendriline straps/
linger about my arms/
kiss my face./
Turn fast and hold.
take me away from everything I know I should be doing, morning drive.