you was down and out unable to do much of anything you saw how difficult the world can be. you called your last friend they gave you an idea. reluctantly you stepped out into the sunlight cursing your friend and yourself…then…the pain
the sun was edging into view and we were beginning to wake up to the reality of the world and our meagre places in it, the year twenty ten and family nowhere to be found, nobody’s fault but yours, nobody’s fault but mine. i was on the move again and it was your last night staying there, too. i began helping you pick up your place, between runs i made to Magnolia with my own belongings. check out time was noon and the landlords were no nonsense; there was a security detail they would call to kick people out. you see, something you understood about me and i related back to you was, on any given day, having no place to call home. all we had was our friends and our music and our journals, back then, and maybe a storage unit with our name to it. and out into a new day in the city, intense and unpredictable, helping one another a little bit when there’s no one else you can trust, hoping to survive…
Quiet life on softened streets, all the bad news backed away. You lucky kid. I washed my hair with 100,000 molecules. Each one like the full moon tonight, lighting up life in all the right ways. I made it to the site. I could peacefully fold my legs up under me on the couch facing the east, the house where nobody’s home, facing, pinching my slip as I picked it up and let it go hang around freely, pinching myself. You lucky kid you. All the pages were viewed, in a free sweep of eyes (not mine). To be sure they really existed, outside of myself. Not so easily destroyed by water, heat, air, time. Thumbs rubbing the ink to a fade I can no longer describe. Each curve of every letter like the full moon tonight, lighting up life in all the spectacular finishes. Flourishes. You lucky kid. Thinking of a friend, one I haven’t even heard of in years, a keystroke away, a daydream, attacking a search engine with a heart on a saturday in America, one truffle at a time, pulling lightly on the ends of twisted plastic until the whole thing rolls over and out, examining the condition of my condition, remembering the ionic bond even if it hurts. Life I love you.
Hey. You are golden. 2 me, you are silver clear like aero transparency. My heart reaches out 4 some place where we connect. Miss you. MissUs. Miss you &me, boo. Found clarity. water purifying vision. No windex. No chemical could substitute. Cannot be bottled, cut or bricked up. For real. You are my friend. my brother. my crosstop sodapop panic button broke no stoppin!. The dont know up from down cause sometime we fuck up. sharpen stones 2 knives. Inbetween the division of our lives. Cross the culture of our tribes…Inspired at our best. Desire, desire. Laugh til we cry. Look into my eye. See? in under four hours we get the full lunar eclipse, the Frost Moon. opening for the headliner. The tradewind wash over oakland, her so many homicides– this rain, she falls 4 peace. Hit tongues of kids out playing, residual taste of acid maybe. so what? its urban, this life, above &beyond suburban, west2east dyslexic fuckin trip to say the least..peace. ~ Katya