huh. haven’t written about this in a while. kinda slipped out:
searching for meaning in the sound of nothing
walked to the edge of the roof overlooking
clatter pebbles to pavement began now to see him
leaning to fly into lifes only treason
round tire the asphalt left blackend just screaming
suspended dust to the storefront left sticking
lowered the man's eyes bent picked up a new mop
first for the plateglass and then for the sidewalk
granulated, not powdered.
plain english translation:
bah! i began to devour those whipped, processed, sugar confections in hopes of astonishment and ecstasy, but alas, the experience left me with the savor of stale, spongy confection made of gelatin and sugar and corn syrup and dusted with powdered sugar remaining feebly on my lips.
bah! i attacked those peeps expecting wonderment and bliss, and instead came away with the taste of stale marshmallow lingering on my lips.
Word of the Day for Wednesday April 25, 2001:
hobbledehoy \HAH-bul-dee-hoy\, noun: An awkward, gawky young fellow.
For early on, girls become aware — as much from their fathers’ anguished bellows of “You’re not going out dressed like that, Miss” as from the buffoonish reactions of the spotty hobbledehoys at the end-of-term disco — of the power of clothes to seduce. –Jane Shilling.