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Tuesday, January 19, 2010 at 10:11pm
I will trade
Any minute
The piercing, burning, carcinogenic
UV rays of the Iguana Island
For blistering, biting,
Wind chills of T.O.
Granted, I'll have to drink more milk.
"Moloko" bar would be the place to hang out,
Just like a "Green Room" -
Mix of Body Works and Freddy Mercury
With a sweet touch of Jim Morrison
Opening doors into other dimensions
Of our stressed, paralyzed minds,
Shooting them into overdrive:
Rushing through stacks of the cellulose
Googol terabytes per millisecond,
Burning the myelin of our axons
Pulling into the pit stop
For a quick change of sheaths.
Our families - our crew.
And then on again.
A few seconds sacrificed -
A necessity.
Re-load. And ready to go on.
To tackle new challenges,
Fight the insomnia,
Seasonal and/or maniac depression,
Pulling all nighters,
On and on and on.
Until the prize is won!
and
Olfactory
Wednesday, January 28, 2010 at 10:34pm
They say olfactory signals are strongest to trigger recollection of memory.
I must have gotten one right now.
It all came in. As almost real,
As a mirage,
A hint,
A fog.
The way they show the memories in movies:
Engulfed. Surrounded.
By the San Francisco fog.
Your kitchen.
The smell of pan fried corn bread.
Voice of your mother.
The salty scent of cottage cheese
Mixed in with herbs
And garden vegetables.
A whiff of birds that used to be.
Residing in their confined spaces.
Being caressed by gentle hands of your old man,
When he played Mendelian genetics with them.
It all became so real,
Almost physical,
Palpable.
And boom:
Just in a flash - all gone,
But smacking sound of the professor’s lips,
The glow of screen and rustling of paper,
The after taste of coffee in my mouth,
And melancholy feeling induced by my sole absence from my home,
And you!