the contact that you make
the moment when a memory aches
who can tell, you do it well
wishes on a wheel
how's it supposed to feel?

wind whips hair, ebony wisps into squinty eyes, lasers cast beams of artificial light across the dark waters, chatter all around, look out but do not soak in the calm, but to choose empty thoughts, no desire, no remorse, no expectations; rough flesh sliding into palm, eager to become one.

warmth of sun on my cheek, today do not feel sticky (for once), warmth of wood against my cheek, feels good to escape, feels numb, all of a sudden intoxicated by sleep...peel back eyelids to a hazy room, on this bed, hazy thoughts, unconscious found its way out

lie on stomach, hold can in one hand, pictures flash before eyes, 'dudley being fat', gulp gulp only a hint of bitter as cold slithers down throat, hear cheery laughs, bodies squirm, mouth juts forward forms o squeals, shake hands 'truce', hold a little longer smile and nod, hold a little longer the moment as it hovers, eyes say please stay.

run on a beaten path, leave a subtle stamp (yours), lush green companions at your side, eyes travel up and down down black wires stretched across hazy blue, listen to the hum of zip zap zap from above, a sweet aroma lingering- too sweet, sick sweet; but for some reason, still my favorite

notice the gray above, the gray stone bridge at your left, imagine a few water lilies peppered among the dark waters, a buzz of chit chat, laugh about bananas, the banana song, enter the garden through a halo in the white wall, wooden beams, gray stone benches, walk along the river, whip out your chinese fan, laugh some more, never stop

sit on a cold slab of rock (this is wedged between brick), hands push into puffy pockets, stare out into night, 'the city life', air enters and exits the o, here to escape the laughs, the need to be peppy, the f ache, air enters and exits the o