la estrategia del caracol

a contribution or offering to the modern literary world

when you see me on the crowded streets of a lonely city

stop so I can tell you how beautiful your eyes look filled

up with sunlight and regret.

here we stand bowing our heads and listening to a Mistress

sing about lonely hearts in Miami (I have never been, and

still I long for you)

heart of gold cannot withstand the pressure of love

exploding in the face of nonbelievers

and believers alike

KPN

So, there's this video game series called Resident Evil. It's about a science experiment gone awry causing a living dead catastrophe...pretty typical, right?

right.

Anyway, you are a woman trying to get information about what happened, you kill a bunch of undead people and creatures, etc etc.

ok yes
undead people might not be correct

But, the thing that you'd like is that to save your progress you need to find ribbons with which to operate a typewriter to save the game.

no way

Way
The game was made for you.
You love mutants and
post-apocalyptic things.

it seems a bit extreme for me

Fine.
I guess you and I really weren't meant to be.
Probably because we were born a day apart.

August Playlist: the Loop

Send Me a Postcard, Shocking Blue
Close the Lid, Port O' Brien
If You Don't Like It, Spindrift
California, Joni Mitchell
Ruby II, Amy Milan
Keep the Car Running, The Arcade Fire
Stop the Fussing and Fighting, Culture
Jolene, Dolly Parton
Flashback, Fat Freddy's Drop
Pass You By, Gillian Welch

13 senses

sunlit bronze topic
reminds me of so cal in july

heat so thick it stuck to the back of my throat
by noon I was exhausted

if we stayed long enough
light fog moved over sweltering cement

summer is
kissing at dusk with burning sky back drop

for record keepers and keepsakers

where is the fire beneath your skin

when does the time move slower than the slimming horizon

if this was tomorrow, we wouldn't be standing in the darkness

Market Street & Rose Street

There is a man in a window
drawing topography lines,
or the age rings of a tree,
on a large white wall
where market meets rose.

All this,
he has been there half the day
and the wall is not quite filled.