Monthly Archives: September 2002

‘And Gone’

*shrug* Some nonsense from my journal (of course!). I’m obviously just bored and restless and posting random things on the Internet to pass the time. Is this worth sharing? Hmmm. Are most of these? *grin* Hmmm, now that I read over it, I think this was probably at the Getty Centre. No way to know for sure, though.

‘And Gone’

Sun Yellow
Grass Green
Tiles White
Foot Falls
And Gone

Trail Winds
Stairs Climb
Food Eats
Chairs Scrape
And Done

‘Spicy Curry In A Bowl’

Wow, you get two whacked out ones in a row… I just uploaded ‘Through A Window…’ and now you get some ‘Spicy Curry…’ too! I wrote this whilst sitting in an Indian fast food joint with Robin and Chris.

‘Spicy Curry In A Bowl’

Spicy curry in a bowl
Zippo!
An orange is as good as a bomb
  in the hands of an elephant
Criminal blue-sky rainbow Saturday
  tell me where to go!
This white chair is uncomfortable
  and my hand is on fire with
    mojo-madness pixie dust
Oh sweet Eternity
  sing alleluia to my belly!
  and give me pink chicken lover-lies
    to nibble

‘Through A Window At The Getty’

This is a perfect example of the kind of random pseudo-gibberish that I generally won’t bother to type up and share. But I’m in a queer sort of mood, so you get to see this one. Don’t let it go to your head.
If you really must know what I was doing, I was sitting on a bench, looking out a high window at the Getty Centre, waiting for Robin to get out of the loo.

‘Through A Window At The Getty’

Smoke plume rises above the grey steel pyramids
The sky is silvern death-ray
  chocolate
Milky-white skin, caress my storied gait
Awake!
The city breathes dirty air
  and coughs
Armani dragon-scale volkswagen,
  ride the quiet freeways
War shrouds the streets in opaque panic-
  grey flannel trousers for me
‘Squeak’ ‘squeak’
The hallway echoes sweet love of marble
  plaster
    wood

‘The Beat’

Written some time in 2002; discovered in a journal-book, Jan. 2004.

‘The Beat’

The beat pulses forcefully in the place.

I can make nothing of the melody,
and therefore,
it is marvelous.

The sounds are alive and breathing,
vibrant,
energizing.

No words can follow where this sound travels,
and thankfully,
none try.