Wednesday, February 23, 2011

I would
I would like to
I would like to tell you
I would like now to tell you
I would like to tell you all secrets
I would like to tell you all secrets of the happenings

You are stuck in the
moment
Stuck slower than motion
No air raid
Nothing left to touch you

You are stuck in this happening moment kneeling
and burning
Giving head to flying spirits
bring you down
You are no bird

In a
room of rooms
children seaving the sandbox.



Familiar

children running in slow motion
Boy: sits on swing
kicks sand
walking along a grass field
looks at the sun
looks at feet
A spot of shade under the slide
likes to whistle
Someone comes near
looks away
Tables and benches
ponders at feet
chainlink fence around
falling on rubber floor

Faint clatter

carries pointless plaything
children dwarfed passed their height
i would like to write a poem about
innocence and the excitement of childhood

Monday, February 21, 2011

let's buy some second hand rollerblades m. 19th and skate your favorite walk, from the tall pole (palo alto) to the free-books-if-your-hands-sticky-enough (menlo park).
p.s. the best words begin with z and end in x and that's becus the best words dont exist yet whata relief! zelrox.