just a notion

 

moleskin not spent
 -or-
sort gouaches

 

 

 

see, i plan to fly the world, a feat of atlas. the only thing missing is my reason; my

nature appears intractable. mixed by skrillex, call me the kanye of mixed in media. res.

 

short, cultured: sculpted. this new view is nebulous, but it could be a super-nova; a

clash so unlikely it creates new wrinkles in the rubbel. stiltskin.

5 by 4

 

acuity
 -or-
parlance

 

 

got the lay
  down;
perhaps it
  was wrong
*
mangos
  and beans,
the beach
  was rocky
*
murky
  but still;
memories
  resurface
*
macguffins
  start it,
the trip
  was heady
*
@ home
  recounting;
the space
  not robbed

the interwoven

a piece of five
 -or-
penance

golf carts part siamese couches, clutches that conceal, it's all hidden behind the

reveal. the revel, that veil, it's all connected to a don. he's the key, the largo that

spins puns like a pottery expert.

details spun around a resort, dialogue translated by reading the word, information seems

to be the...but what about those divisions. there seems to be a theme to travel, in that,

sections are often dominated by separations; an inherent, indirect hierarchy.

spilled into adult side and it was far from empty. schooled by fish in the deep, i found

that fiction had split the notion of continuity. nonsense had infiltrated that xanax i

took earlier; shocked by sublimation, i returned to the concourse.

roll the dice

 

enthralled
 -or-
ensconced

 

 

 

a flashlight sheds some info. ascend like an angel, descend the mountain; they're both

difficult. called ahead, cab should be waiting, but it's not the wine i ordered; guess

it's on to rum (hoping at least 90 proof,) then we should be ready for small convo.

 

burn one to enlighten, gaps seem to widen. truth sees LUV, i only see hallucinations.

trails, trials, let's play app language games: dutiful is as useful as strange dreams.

it's 100 proof that i die, and i'm not frightened.

 

a busker flying planes illegally over cuba; although appearing like a crab-patch of

redundant-ness, the water seems clean. i crane to look deeper, but it's not happening.

in the meantime, i'm really only dreading a long layover.

 

 

 

 

 

 

magnetic clouds

 

*extended version
  -or-
tux undressed

 

 

 

funny kwinky-dink: i have also walked the entire underground connecting tunnel that is

hartfield. it is both a chore and cathartic; an exercise mentally and physically. quick

tangent (that will feed the rest of this article:) i play a videogame a ridiculous

amount. it's classic futbol, but with a twist: let's extrapolate.

 

first, my team name is broom-system, which lovers of wittgenstein or dfw should find

amusing. second, the initials for my team are IPO, again a weird personal joke. third,

i'm in the top-twenty IN THE WORLD playing this game. in many ways it's a validation as

worthwhile as much as trucking through an underground tunnel as trains speed by(e).

 

further details are superfluous, flowers to brighten the decor. @ a starbies, not open.

save a tablet, something w/ an internet. oh, that team, right. i conversate a bit, not

wanting to give into the byte. flyover, i stand tall, passport right, and red-line

avoided (cause i lied).

structured*

gassin sips
  -or-
tri-hard

 

 

jamaican me laugh; it's a pastry w/o the dish. in actuality, i had a (recent)

conversation about airport travel and the now-a-days. my lair may have an extra
dimension, but i was not prepared. there was an aura of profound, a sense of science
beyond circumstances; it was layered.

 

stride by day, sleight by night, i got humdingers till the cows come in. slide a smile

into the photograph, show a real snapshot. twisted in four directions, nothing resembles
a course correction. an audiophile stuck like a curdled 8-track, i remain cognizan-y;
loop it and get the correct player.

 

samoan the danger; ethnic stereotypes tie the narrative together. strings like chicken,

easy to pluck (ha) may be beside the abstract point. germaine blue-print: this puzzle is
like a cranium, thus intricate. didn't wait for the bathroom, took control and turned on
the at-ease sign.

 

i have to end w/ an aging take on 'student life,' a 'news' paper i believe. it's a game

and i play it, but so was the holocaust and i survived it, drinking a screwdriver,
beating the 'el barco.' redundant in 2 languages, the joke survives a genocide: i can
entertain as deftly as well as a man defined.