staring at salon blonde -march 2001

sitting at henry's where i fell into books, cigarettes and staring at the woman who washed my hair at sakaroffs.

                      holy eagerness.

         laughter of wise seconds.

                      wise seconds                     comically creating passion    

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                  g the                   L

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                       -        W

                           S

              the r u n n i n g -

the " i forgot today and will forget tomorrow"  sad awakened feeling.

 

                    STARING NOW 

                                      at                you                            through the              open 

                    door        that           arrests my vision 

from across            the street.           

Author's Note

my apologies. in the draft section where i wrote this piece..it is manufactured well. however when clicking upon the poem seen by viewers it seems the computer changed its format. i might make this a painting in which case you should read the journal entry version - which is sad. because. i like the way i typed here.