after pausing at myrtle edwards on the ride home
from
work to soak up some
sun and the sounds of the sound
whipped to a frenzy by the wind, ponderous
jets drift on gusts approaching
Sea-Tac, lone white triangles
brave the water, the ferries burn twice as much
fuel rattling people towards vashon shores, i smoke some
tobacco
through beach bamboo, the feel of a long
finger bone, sand in shortcropped hair a sign reminding me where.
after pausing there i stopped to photograb these imposing
dishes atop their blocky fortress, the whole city--people,
buildings, plants--nothing but information man ifesting itself
in three dimensions... concrete, wood, flesh and steel growing
like mold on a corpse. a guy on a ben ch noticed my bike chain and
said it looked up to the task but he could break
my lock with a number 2 hammer. i already kne w that.
it ended with him commissioning me to draw his roleplaying
persona, a half-jaguar beast with the torso of a
woman and a scorpion-like spiked tail poised to strike. |
