wish i could skate

it is just so natural and blogpostworthy to scribble about the truant conscious mind and all the interesting mistakes it keeps making. and so convenient to let everything flow with the stream of one's consciousness to surpass structure and defy brackets in the chase for freedom. really,it is all so simple. but there is such a wicked and hapless thrill in complicating everything and then acting all human supercomputerbrain in trying to untangle it. and life is all experience and very little anything else. and it tastes gorgeously unsmooth with a thick, heavy dose of whipped cream and a junkyard of jazz.

as i type this, i`m wishing i could skate.
snowflake showers are soundlessly crashing against the outsides of my windows.
the Zinfandel savoured and ruined by my palate is feeling like an oriental song wafting through my blood.
one street but not too many away a night train is creating so much noise in leaping from station to station.
such beauteous sights and sounds emerge when i close my eyes.
i could be so peaceful if i sleep.

night is here
there is the wandering poet
and wonder?
it is everywhere
everywhere
everywhere

honeysuckle dreams beckon

i dissolve instantly;a sugar cube in a coffee cup







i dissolve instantly

such joy
such fun