Friday, November 21, 2008

good day

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This is my favorite song right now: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jo-yV19ZomE

I had a good day. Woke up at 10am after wine boozing the boy blues away with Jenny Miller who cried hard when "he" canceled AGAIN with a sorry excuse for a text.

Also: Had a good Vinyasa stretch, went magnet shopping in the Village with funface Zac German, and an accidental sold out Danny Boyle movie on Broadway lead me to the best steak sandwich I've ever had around the corner.

The boys coming in and out of that place--they were practically hitting on us nonstop; you should've seen JM's poor heart's self-esteem get the nicest little belly scratch from an Enrique Iglesias doppleganger of a film-maker.

I mean, it might've just been the sweat, working like some irresistible potion, since only minutes earlier we'd been face-dripping-covered-in-it-all-twisted in a heated room with thirty strangers, but it also might have something to do with the way I felt really beautiful today, because I'm sure boys fall in love with beautiful feeling girls easy, in case the feeling could be contagious.

The cold wasn't as bad as jumping feet-first into a spring-fed pool, as long as you're constantly treading, or walking...and smiling. I think I'll go out in it more often. I hope things are nice for you as well. Nice and light every other hour of heavy.
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Sunday, November 2, 2008

mike

After years of news and porn,
Mike was tired (of the anxiety).

He was tired of the boozing
(and whores
and meaningless bingo nights
seducing septuagenarian widows).

He wouldn't miss the cat
(hair on his blazers anymore) either.

That, or the spider bites (from
being tied up in basements all the time)
even though the mildew was okay.

At least he wasn't allergic to mildew
(like he was to the color orange,
which would inexplicably spin his brain
into an irrational whirlwind of impulsive
[slash] urgent behavior).

Mike's desire
(to explore new flavors, smells, textures,
in the homes of very filthy,
but wealthy people)
had almost even become
absurd.

But he thank'd the goodnesses
for (his resilient gag reflex
and) OCD's
being quite convenient
sometimes.
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