A really old stream of consciousness piece about skateboarding and lunch. This is likely to be the oldest piece to be published here. The large collection of haiku from 1999 is too awful to see the light of day. Yes, even worse than what does get published here.
perigee; negligee damn - that thought that man thinks sex every seven seconds damn you Freud, all I want is lunch push back like plane from terminal (computer) grab board and walk long stare case of students to ground floor automatic door and... out of the gravity pull of climate control and into the frost Empire Alley, 12:30 and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 seconds step onto the board, surf the rocket like an Air song all of twenty minutes to the lights eat up time humming evil riffs until... green man comes and takes my hand alien abduction at street intersection drop me and my board off on the otherside start to ride fly like screaming banshee along bike path my stomach has its own gravity caught between two bodies as I enter the queue American pizza today, kids drawn like flies I sit and wait eternally at... apogee: finally, the smell of sausage and chips wafting off a melamine plate - 5 bucks 25 is all it takes and I sit and ponder flowing thoughts over a glass of soda water citrus pudding to quench the heartburn acid upon acid upon acid upon bassbeats and neural impulses that drive me... back out of the cafeteria drawn hopelessly I board my board my guide my shelter though it looks like rain later 13:09 and it feels like sunset though I know it is 5 hours away and the terminal is 5 seconds away as my gravity centers inertia falters momentum ceases and I arrive at... perigee; negligee damn, it happened again. Comments are closed.
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