Diminishing

25 02 2010

“Hello hello? Is anyone there?”

The echoes resonate off the sides of the deep copper pot into which I’m yelling.

Been feeling very alien lately, and just now realized that wordpress is no longer blocked in China. Hooray.

I’m still editing Wandering Eyes, but if completion was a bit torrent, my DL speed would be  around 0.2 kb/s. Waking up every day at 11:45, cursing, because I’m late for work again. I bought two alarm clocks and I hide them in the dresser drawers before bed each night, but when they ring they do not wake me up. So I must be sleepwalking to turn them off.

It’s damp outside . And I ride close behind strange men on their motorcycle taxis, and that’s all the human touch I get.

Needless to say I’m lonely.

We are objects upon objects

stacked in space.

Some weeping

some cackling –

all voiceless eventually.

After work

my hips dip

into the rotund proximity

of another  subway car stranger,

together we hurtle through the darkness toward more objects and loneliness and dissolution in space, then:

up the escalators

through turnstiles

around cheap locks

into faded motel slippers

by the fold-out bed

and even the garbage is enfolded

by it’s boyfriend – Bin.

Prepositional

constructs of

an extraterrestrial life.


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