Sunday, May 31, 2009

Toli ved'mi toli tzigani. A mi ne huya ne znayem. A mi ne huya ne znayem. **

i am of these people. this is my home.

take the words of your inside voice for sacred. a path. the beauty of the world is maddening and the air is sometimes clean.

mortality crept up on us this weekend. humans, be them fallible, will all one day come to an end for all of us. the fact that it has not yet come to us is a good reason for music in the park.. buckets and guitars. pretty girls dancing. children dancing. old men dancing. dancing is the opposite of dying.

**either witches or gypsies. but we don't know fuck all. but we don't know fuck all.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

on busking

sometimes they left a quarter in the hat
sometimes they took a quarter from the hat
sometimes they took the hat

hail hail the gangs all here, now that we're together we'll be here forever. diggit. i'll be back next week. when the music is over i pack my bag and leave. sleep on belle isle. sun sets over detroit and the soft distant drone of the electronic music festival resonates over the skyline. something is different these days. like a stranger in my home town. prefer the company of my oldest friends, the ones who dig me no matter what my shortcomings reveal - with enough potion they are obvious.. like oil floating on water. i'm going to drive far away tonight. i'm taking the two women i've come to know best. Alice (my bag) and Bev.. you know bev.

i'm going halo tipping. anger. same time next life i'll be like breath control of a cricket. oh right.. their legs. watching the sunset channel. it's kind of like a checkbook but tastes like an orange and rhymes with nothing.

dahh.. our protaganist: mookfish. aged 27 years. date of birth March 8, 1982. Zodiac - Pisces. 5'10. 155 lbs. caucasian, sicilian descent. blood type O negative. occupation: professional drifter. save water, shower with friends.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

sleep lines

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

-kahlil gibran

Sunday, May 17, 2009

magic so obvious that it requires no imagination

the feeling is incredible and familiar. it comes to me in silence and beautiful solitude and it keeps me awake at night. the irony is pretty spectacular, so spectacular that it replaces the sadness i didn't see coming with the ability to marvel at how strangely dates and places overlap in my history. really it feels just like it did two years ago when i stared all night at a my bedroom walls covered in floral lavalavas instead of sleeping. yeah i dig you.. i adore you.. i adore you.. travel really really far away and wink (or smile?) at the moon once in a while for me, she knows what's best.