The Fortune Cookie said:
Don't Forget, you are always on our minds
Like someone was speaking from beyond,
The other side said,
Go on vacation
So I'm gone to San Fran, in a huge bus with two punks
Maybe I'll come back and write
Maybe....
February 2002 Archives
I drew a woman at Trident
she was alone
and very pretty.
After a while,
She went home
and I walked away.
I was on the other side
of the coffee shop,
peeping over
my 1000 page book,
when I saw that she
was looking at me.
Those eyes!
Those eyes could fill
my head with the idea to stop my reading,
pick up my notebook,
my charcol pencil,
and start drawing her
in secret.
The idea being,
that if I look at her enough
and draw alone,
that her radiant eyes will meet 'by accident'
and nervousness - mine
I'll look down,
draw a quick line
look back up,
smile - look down,
smile - look back up,
If she's still looking at me
she's interested in me
and what I've been doing.
I'll ask her to come over
and ask her for her name
If she tells me,
I'll write it down next to her drawing
and make a joke
that the drawing would be better,
if she was better at sitting still
If she laughs and plays with her hair,
I'll tell her she's honestly beautiful
and that I just kinda had to start
drawing her (in)
I'll ask her what's she's reading too
to make the subject lighter
and to see if we have anything in common
If we do,
I'll start talking about
the mountain of books I've read recently
and that I want to be a writer -
People can talk about books for hours
If we don't -
I'll play with that hand
I'll express how I'm in a dirty holed up sweatshirt
and she's in very pretty clothes with nice accessories.
But we must both be very intelligent,
and oh,
wouldn't it be fun to learn about each other
That, hey,
we should go out for coffee
sometime - not now (a laugh?) -
since we're at a coffee shop.
I would write down my number on of the drawings I did of her
and place it in her trembling hand.
I would then ask for her number
and write it on the best drawing I did
and after I wrote it down I would examine my drawing
better,
in the light,
glancing at her and the drawing,
I would then excuse myself and tell her I had to be on my way.
And leave her with her drawing.
But,
I just drew a woman at Trident,
she was alone
and very pretty.
After a while,
she went home
and I walked away.
it's hard to read a thousand page book that doesn't make sense.
it's hard to read a girl, a thousand of them and not one of them makes sense.
i think about the same two people a thousand times a day; it'shard sometimes just to keep it together. if anything is senseless, it was the loss of them.
