Google drive

Proving once again that the internet never forgets anything. I have discovered some old poetry I wrote on google drive.

Now public for the first time, I hope anyone who reads this vomits with disgust.

Eyes shut
Toward our center
Leaning in

Lips brush
Eyelids flutter
Nerves fire

Moistened
Skin brushes skin
Certainty

Confidence
Exploring sensation
Excitement

Breathing
Clock stops ticking
We love

23

What do you talk to your friends about?

She stood. 'Then it is settled' said she, 'I shall go to find the object that will remove desire'.

It was not settled, other's grumbled and griped.

'Why, what for?'.

'Is there a purpose or do you just want to do something?'

She sad down, pondering.

'If I do find it, I will stop wanting it. Then I will be at peace.'

'and then what?'

'I don't and can't know'

'more peace?'

'Doing something is better than doing nothing.'

The others made farting sounds that meant 'why?'

'Doing nothing is oft better than anything. At least when you do nothing, nobody gets hurt'

There was no need to say that was not her intent; accidents could happen and she knew outcomes rarely had any connection with intent.

'Where would you look?' a cautious voice inquired.

'I would start by asking the smartest person I know'

'You wouldn't understand what they told you, if they even answered your question'.

'Then I'll ask the most honest person I know'.

'Their answer would insult and upset you'.

'The most straightforward person then'.

'Good idea, if you know who that is'.

Her shoulder's sunk; she did not know, no one could.

'Maybe I'll use my intuition'.

'Maybe you already are'.

'Oh, okay'.

There was a long pause, while nobody said anything of consequence.

'It can't be too big, or someone would have found it already'.

'Or too small, significant, but not obvious'.

'If you know what it is, why are you looking for it?'

'I don't'

'Then how will you find it'

'I know what desire is!'

'You already have that'

'Then I'l look for the opposite'.

'You couldn't find the opposite of red, what makes this different?'

'I'm sure it was there, somewhere. I am just not good at color.'

'But you're good with desire? Don't answer that!'

'hrmmph'

'okay fine, something surrounded by a lack of desire?'

'something ugly?'

'something disgusting?'

'something boring?'

'No, all those things have opposites and provide contrast. It has to be something I feel nothing about'.

'Does it have to be something?'

'Yeah, we've got plenty of nothing'.

'It can't be that obvious can it?'

'Why not?'

Shangers and mash

Duolan park and modern art museum.

Beautiful, I showed up before the lazy artists got out of bed and started deconstructionism. So I spent my morning walking the park and doing a bit of taichi with some folks that thought I was weird but warmed immediately when they realized I knew the movements and spoke their language.

They told me that warm water was better for my health than chilled water, which could upset my stomach chi. Then we all smoked a cigarette and said goodbye.

There was a giant dragon made from plastic in the blue and white china style. I didn't care for it.

At the modern art museum, the deconstructionism was in full swing. The theme was water based ink, used in traditional chinese calligraphy.

I really liked the dead bird that lacked any anatomical correctness.

There was a really cool washout of a sunset with a sunset in the background. In the final piece the canvas is washed out to sea.

I bought a cheap bag with a kangaroo on it and had breakfast at a sushi place.