" notes from the (isan) road "

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she had the slow distant fade of lost galaxies in her eyes
the day she decided to walk away.

09.04.04

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she danced in circles,
thinking lovely distant thoughts,

as the night wound down to a
slow lulling vibration.

09.04.04

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: being honest is okay :

no one said that the search for love and relationships was going to be anything but cryptic at best; before, during, and afterhand. i didn't happen to receive the memogram; i was out photographing street signs at the time.

i mean, who cares if she smiled at you? it's not as if you found pearls in her panties, or a flock of seashell turtle-doves in her breasts.

the truth of it is this: there was a moment, and it was shared.

thus there's something to be said being true and honest with yourself in each moment. this way, you know that in your heart, when the moment arose, came to manifest, and passed, you brought everything to the table.

to live my life in any other manner would be false.

09.07.04

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: the pull :

i have come out of the dark of night
to reclaim you as one of my own.

at night i dream of strange and wondrous things:

x-ray photographs of people making love, landscapes in mountain ranges where i am the father of two small norwegian children spending my life next to a beautiful clear river, and how when you are come into my broad arms, i'll hold you close to me in an intimate embrace like that of the gravitational pull of a planet to one of its orbital satellites.

09.09.04

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: portside:

she calls to me
out where i stand in pale groves
without her voice touching.

the silence of her cries
echo in a painful melody
near to the widespread body of the ocean.

to forever be at the ready
and not be able to contain her silky pleas
within my harbored breast;

the bell clangs somewhere far-off
and the anchors brush against
the solitary moors.

09.10.04

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: searching :

it is in search of you
that i go walking through
this time that i have here.

you are the forever-she,
the her, the girl standing
there, then,

when it was then
and we were us in a moment
of clarity, as if

two stones beneath a clear river;
polished side-by-side
unnoticed and uninterrupted,

holding silent conversations
unaware of the outside world,
surrounding our collective blisses.

09.10.04

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