trip and other short stories
Friday, May 15, 1998.

He lives in a corner by the kitchen
She climbs through the ceiling to the stars
The humid silence hung frozen in the space
Between the mystery of the aged olive
And the gun-shot eyes on the roof
How old is this? How long has it been?
He goes back home hungry
Scrambling through scraps of forgotten food
The film rolls in perfect sequences
Taking them back into the fifth dimension
Until the time comes
When all is snapped out
And purity returns

.......

making stories as we go along
not giving a care in this life
pondering over the existence of ourselves
experimenting the world like a newborn baby
questioning happenings and their reasons and nonreason
the jewel in the brain
the microchip we operate by
the deep sleep we're living in

.......

he asks me why
i told him it just is, it just is
the evening's starless sky mourned his pain last night
the sidewalks curled themselves up in embarassment
scanning bodies that walk on by for reason
welcoming dead lives into our primitive systems
for survival ...