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.
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
and I arrive at...
damn, it happened again.
Occasional dispatches of florid prose and metre.
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