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I had an idea, an idea of riding over the bridge
so I rode over the bridge and kept riding until i turned around and then lazily by the river for a while,
lazily on the lover's path and past
the kissing kids the hand in hands and smiling sweet, for them
and then bittering wondering wondering, where is mine my high where is mine my high
walking by the river high, the kissing hard against the post by the boats, the kissing hard and the high
& the i guess i am willing to wait i guess i am able to wait for that;
even believing sometimes, sweet strangers with your pursed smiles
pressing against the post by the boats
i am glad that you know how i feel when i paint,
which is a little ridiculous which is a lot of maybe
telling myself a lie,
that paint love
the paint love
is a little bit better than that love it is better
but it is also a little bit not as good.
I had another idea, an idea of smoking cigarettes slowly on the porch when i got home
so I could see the exact moment that the rain started to evacuate the sky and really know that moment
and really feel that moment while i was smoking cigarettes, which we keep on the mantle even though
no body really smokes anymore. I didn't follow through with this idea, the way that I
went over the bridge. when i got back to the apartment i found a little elephant in a package among other things
and felt really great about that, and made a plate with a sandwich and some green beans, some pine-orange
juice which will probably always remind me of dan a little bit at first and the middle-aged morning.
I started a job today and bagged about 170 pouches of loose tea for future teadrinkers, and frapped more than a half dozen frappachinos
and learned how to let the espresso machine squirt espresso and how to scoop a perfect small, how it is okay to throw away a sugar cone if you break it by accident with mint chocolate chip. my favorite part about the job so far is the way they are family, the way they quabble like siblings and hug really hard like sisters and for now i am watching this from my tea bagging station and smiling and they keep telling me i'm quiet.
it was really beautiful today, a holy hell it's amazing today
and i kept saying this to myself all the way from getting out of work
to arriving at the museum where there was the boy i almost met and the art societeers
saving seats and the curtain that was folding up like angel food cake batter and terry winters
with his really great glasses and the science-painting. he really (at least gave the impression he) knew
what he was talking about, when talking about his work; i need to know that some day or
i need to learn how to pretend.
when i got back to the apartment, after the elephant and the little cowboy book, after the sandwich
and the tv talking about bush and bibles greg lowered his seat so i could try his bicycle because i think i am
going to get one similar tomorrow 27-14 or something, the skinny racer seat so we can switch and i will try
the footholds maybe i will try the fixie converter thing, sort of i'm looking forward to the post-clancy
orange train ride, but greg's bike is really nice and i pedaled around a bit in the rain and the most important
part about this paragraph is that the rain was warm and felt really fucking nice on my skin and i kept thinking
when i get my new bicycle i will ride it so far. it was a lot better than when i tried to ride blue thunder this
morning when i couldn't get up on the seat and fell right over into the mound of new asphalt and also greg was
scraping the stickers off his frame with his knife,
greg right now you are peeing! haha
today was good
so I rode over the bridge and kept riding until i turned around and then lazily by the river for a while,
lazily on the lover's path and past
the kissing kids the hand in hands and smiling sweet, for them
and then bittering wondering wondering, where is mine my high where is mine my high
walking by the river high, the kissing hard against the post by the boats, the kissing hard and the high
& the i guess i am willing to wait i guess i am able to wait for that;
even believing sometimes, sweet strangers with your pursed smiles
pressing against the post by the boats
i am glad that you know how i feel when i paint,
which is a little ridiculous which is a lot of maybe
telling myself a lie,
that paint love
the paint love
is a little bit better than that love it is better
but it is also a little bit not as good.
I had another idea, an idea of smoking cigarettes slowly on the porch when i got home
so I could see the exact moment that the rain started to evacuate the sky and really know that moment
and really feel that moment while i was smoking cigarettes, which we keep on the mantle even though
no body really smokes anymore. I didn't follow through with this idea, the way that I
went over the bridge. when i got back to the apartment i found a little elephant in a package among other things
and felt really great about that, and made a plate with a sandwich and some green beans, some pine-orange
juice which will probably always remind me of dan a little bit at first and the middle-aged morning.
I started a job today and bagged about 170 pouches of loose tea for future teadrinkers, and frapped more than a half dozen frappachinos
and learned how to let the espresso machine squirt espresso and how to scoop a perfect small, how it is okay to throw away a sugar cone if you break it by accident with mint chocolate chip. my favorite part about the job so far is the way they are family, the way they quabble like siblings and hug really hard like sisters and for now i am watching this from my tea bagging station and smiling and they keep telling me i'm quiet.
it was really beautiful today, a holy hell it's amazing today
and i kept saying this to myself all the way from getting out of work
to arriving at the museum where there was the boy i almost met and the art societeers
saving seats and the curtain that was folding up like angel food cake batter and terry winters
with his really great glasses and the science-painting. he really (at least gave the impression he) knew
what he was talking about, when talking about his work; i need to know that some day or
i need to learn how to pretend.
when i got back to the apartment, after the elephant and the little cowboy book, after the sandwich
and the tv talking about bush and bibles greg lowered his seat so i could try his bicycle because i think i am
going to get one similar tomorrow 27-14 or something, the skinny racer seat so we can switch and i will try
the footholds maybe i will try the fixie converter thing, sort of i'm looking forward to the post-clancy
orange train ride, but greg's bike is really nice and i pedaled around a bit in the rain and the most important
part about this paragraph is that the rain was warm and felt really fucking nice on my skin and i kept thinking
when i get my new bicycle i will ride it so far. it was a lot better than when i tried to ride blue thunder this
morning when i couldn't get up on the seat and fell right over into the mound of new asphalt and also greg was
scraping the stickers off his frame with his knife,
greg right now you are peeing! haha
today was good