[update] i was fascinated by your name, black stabbing runes / attached to a honey colored moon;
Mia miir let me hitch a ride home last night. I met up with her to hand her the tickets for the Raising Ravi gig next Saturday, April 17 and ended up sitting down to dinner with her and Kaze starkissed at John and Yoko at GB5. We hung out for a bit, they fed me a bit of dinner and then I sat with them as they had gelato at Gelatissimo. :) It's fun, this whole catching up thing.
Mia's hair is no longer pin-straight and long to the waist; it's an indication of how long it's been since I saw her. I think the last time was when a handful of the Famiglia got together sometime a little over two years ago. I have pictures of that day posted in my Facebook albums and I can remember that we parted ways sometime around 9 in the evening.
I still lived in Timog then; Trinoma was just five minutes away by train.
We talked about poetry on the drive to Rockwell where she was picking her brother up from class. I've taken to raiding her memories since this morning.
Manhattan Moon
BAO PHI
The sky is overcast
but you sent me a postcard of a moon,
gold slash to light my mailbox, telling me that Manhattan
intoxicates you, and that you'll be needing to remember me
sometime soon.
I'm thinking of invisible wounds
to the tune of loons and snow monsoons,
wondering if you know/does it show
that your name was the first thing I thought about/
the only thing I sought out
when that square cardboard slip
flipped out of my mailbox.
I didn't care that you thought Rum on the rocks
tasted so much better in Soho,
or about your daydreams of stormcrows
in dim grey light
leaving no black plume as a token
of any lies
leaving you suprised
at your loneliness, unbroken.
I was fascinated by your name, black stabbing runes
attached to a honey colored moon
and it becomes the only sign of heaven that I need.
*
Taking a raincheck for the dinner&drinks plan with Midge vanilamarmalad and co. that was supposed to be for tonight. Will take this evening as an opportunity to have Nate _thenothing_ and Mom homesong a run-through of my set for next week. Tomorrow, I will have dinner out with Da insanely_quirky and sit down for my second opportunity to watch Outerhope perform live. :)
Mia's hair is no longer pin-straight and long to the waist; it's an indication of how long it's been since I saw her. I think the last time was when a handful of the Famiglia got together sometime a little over two years ago. I have pictures of that day posted in my Facebook albums and I can remember that we parted ways sometime around 9 in the evening.
I still lived in Timog then; Trinoma was just five minutes away by train.
We talked about poetry on the drive to Rockwell where she was picking her brother up from class. I've taken to raiding her memories since this morning.
Manhattan Moon
BAO PHI
The sky is overcast
but you sent me a postcard of a moon,
gold slash to light my mailbox, telling me that Manhattan
intoxicates you, and that you'll be needing to remember me
sometime soon.
I'm thinking of invisible wounds
to the tune of loons and snow monsoons,
wondering if you know/does it show
that your name was the first thing I thought about/
the only thing I sought out
when that square cardboard slip
flipped out of my mailbox.
I didn't care that you thought Rum on the rocks
tasted so much better in Soho,
or about your daydreams of stormcrows
in dim grey light
leaving no black plume as a token
of any lies
leaving you suprised
at your loneliness, unbroken.
I was fascinated by your name, black stabbing runes
attached to a honey colored moon
and it becomes the only sign of heaven that I need.
*
Taking a raincheck for the dinner&drinks plan with Midge vanilamarmalad and co. that was supposed to be for tonight. Will take this evening as an opportunity to have Nate _thenothing_ and Mom homesong a run-through of my set for next week. Tomorrow, I will have dinner out with Da insanely_quirky and sit down for my second opportunity to watch Outerhope perform live. :)