1.
The pigeons
Trafalgar Square or Granville Island
or San Marco where there’s talk of extermination
draw as many visitors
as the Lions, the Market
or the Basilica.
2.
In the Black Forest
we hitch a ride with a man
in a luxury car. We stop
for wine, a quarter litre, another.
“Prost” - he lifts his glass to us,
glaze-eyed and wobbley,
as he jerks off under the table.
3.
The trucker lets us down
midway to Delphi
along with his friend
who proceeds to proclaim
love for Kathy, love for me,
love for Kathy
till we beat him off with tent poles
and another ride arrives.
4.
San Cristobal de las Casas,
the round house on the hill
fills with smoke and starlight.
A naked girl comes to the door
fear-filled, high on strychnine,
raves about Federales and guns,
expects to die.
She’s blue with cold. We give her
a blanket and tea.
Author notes
digging through some old stuff
p. 77 Luminous
Rip away.
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is this what happens to gals on the road?
My experiences are pretty tame, though one time...well
thanks for sharing zaramia, and I'll never drink wine with you in the Black forest again...Prost!
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You capture things so well in moments, then put them together so wonderfully that it makes a mosaic of places, mixed into an impression..
Of course stanza 1 is the one that I'm most familiar with in the sense that my view of that is so vivid because I know the pigeons and the place, yet you make it more by comparing it to places I have never seen...
And the rest, the same.. so I wind up feeling as if I've just been around the world and back home without leaving my seat...
that's cool... really is..
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oh you forgot the Coliseum
or maybe not
you just rebuilt it
to be or not to be spit
or swallowed
when we drag our essence in plates
license degree résumés
a cold shake of hands with mucus
Voltaire cold glaring at the universal sort of bitch
twentieth century folks plus one more
the fox had just another hole to dig
escape the trucker
the hilly billy with milk in a wooden bucket
the holly cow
the ancient shit
the talk show hoax
the holy frost
tea and a blanket of no more
yes please
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great stuff, señorita
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reminds me of hard traveling days
harsh cities and truths of realities
amid exotic landscape and famous buildings
I am hurled into paris on a dark night of my silly innocence,
being taken out to dinner by a stranger who tries to jerk off on me
in the alley near the Metro, and I cannot remember where my damn room is near the Notre Dame. Then to get there and my bed is full of bed bugs. And the art is amazing everywhere and I am smoking Galois cigs and crying.
Or in Greece, the boys giggling
and poking at my body, olive oil and yogurt and
cold cold dark stares from the women in black.
oh zara see
your details makes another go into memory
memoir
poetic particulars---go girl.
I have been away but it is nice to return to your blanket and tea
it is a hard world of cold and blue and guns.
I think you are luminious
kat
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can i rip later?
these images are so clear, zara
number 2 had me laughing and thinking of how syl has explained a lack of respect for women in mexico
just took me there
and the last one
sheesh
i want to travel with you, though, sounds like you have some great adventures
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"say hello to my little friend"
lol
so mafioso feeling, dirty, gritty and old man
naughty
to end is a safe haven
just where i went
enjoyed
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damn..... now i have to go upstairs to find page 77
as that book is always by my bedside....
I love these vignettes of time and memory.... the small details of the image and thought processes are perfect, the last one...
perfect ending ... warmth and tea....
some yorkshire for you this morning ma'am
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