batting lashes at each other in Flirtation. I Feel
like
A BAROMETER.
moved by the pressure.
Excited
even.
After work but Before the above, still in transit:
I blow the gnat off my left arm.
Poof, the itch is gone.
I turn right, onto Thomas ave because Thomas is my father's name and Today, my habits are made of
Sentimental Logic.
Entering the Garden of Poetry, is a small Task.
a corner, off Tom, off Hamline,
I'm Laughing through the Fence. It appears to be a private park. Quite kept up and desolate,
So, I feign I am in the one of Eden, you know. Because Eden rolls, runs, off the tongue easily
after the words "Garden" and "Of"
Naturally, or Something, Besides, I got words to grow. So I guess it makes sense. My logic.
Feeling CHARGED. but I don't mean to project. but I feel the storm.
approaching.
And sometimes.
I feel like Lightning.
Today I: exhausted my mind in the good way
played chess,
lost count of the change,
found two more hubcaps, a run-over paint-brush on a bridge, a playing card- the joker.
biked all over.
Vagued my day
These pictures are simple. just some of what I see, what I ride on, pass by. Some are not from today.
Angles and what not. tracks and shit.
