Monday, August 15, 2005

wet, wet, wet...

thunder. cocteau twins on the phones and the beginning of rain. not an august expectation. that pointillist spell.

you're the match of jericho that will burn this whole madhouse down and i'll throw open like the walnut safe...

dodging the same gideon again and again. my face is unremarkable. or maybe it's only persistence at work. or the theme of saturation. too much decline in my decline. not enough umbrella.

finally sufficient reach for a gum twig. orange from one. red from another. a mass of fine explosion. stamens falling. the sea floor flora. vicarious. and a cluster of iridescent insect egg. fix your eye there. surprising.

i'm standing. cuffed notion. desire nocino and black coffee. the belly of the bright quiet lamp.

must to walk out there now.


Blogger Irene said...

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9:34 PM  
Blogger Dominic said...

Cocteau Twins. In 1992, when they'd be on 120 Minutes, I'd turn the channel. I dunno why, they were right up my alley. I lived in the house next door. Sometimes I would get their mail by mistake. But I wouldn't listen. Boys can be mean. Now, I turn them up and get hypnotized! The best music is like rain. Is time really advancing? Light doesn't seem to be moving, but collecting around a bright ball, like the insects around the streetlamp.

11:09 PM  
Blogger dishpantheism said...

120 minutes. haven't thought of that in quite a while. matt pinfield, human encyclopedia of music.

boys can be mean.

turn them up! up! up! be hypnotized! yes!

is that the time? no, it's a wristwatch.

i like the insects around the streetlamp. especially, junebugs.

1:07 PM  
Blogger Sara said...

nicely weird. i rarely blog-hop at night after i've been on the computer all day at work. but i sat down here while eating some ice cream and cocteau twins (whom i rarely listen to except that the song came on i-tunes' party shuffle) played just as i reached your post. nice. i hope all's well.

6:32 PM  
Blogger dishpantheism said...

that is nicely weird. what sort of ice cream? was it mint and chip?

11:53 PM  
Blogger Sara said...

it was Edy's peanut butter cup. good, though not my favorite. the Breyer's sale had ended and there was no Moose Tracks in sight.

11:06 AM  
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