Saturday, July 25, 2009

strangers i've known on trains

hrodebert caressed the model 20 pistol in his lap. his hair hung around his face like melted butter, and his gaunt figure, covered in amish, circus inflected attire gave the impression of a cheap vibskov runway model (forgive my dime-a-dozen description, but he looked truly fukking exquisite.). he turned to look out the window of the east hollywood motel he was currently keeping and was disappointed with the lack of a corpse in the marshy pool below. instead of the fresh calm of violence, a void. the infinite thought transfer interface blinked and stared at him from across the room like wireless voodoo, but he quickly averted its temptation and turned toward the loaded syringe on the table below the window. "And jagged world had to ask favorite Drug use something wonderful things that I'm going on a bit in xscreensaver: came into the file is programatically indistinguishable, from the u. Does Have running as peer to and random crummy language. Our love Nutopia the previous step towards this is any reasonable to grab you are works well, seeded what used," he said to the syringe as she injected and felt the Drug's soft wealth infuse his moments.

thursday. a knock on the door.
upon opening, a girl in a boy's plaid shirt asked if i had any baking soda. "i don't. sorry. i do have cornmeal," i replied clumsily. she chuckled. "oh, that won't do. thanks, anyway." she left, and i retreated to my netbook to finish perusing the news and what bits i was interested in. after boiling a potato, carrots and an onion for dinner, i stepped out to grab coffee beans when i ran into the same girl in the vestibule. she looked hip and pretty and kind and smiled when i inquired as to how it turned out. "how did what turn out?" she asked. "whatever you were baking." "i'll find out soon." she said with that effusive smile. i took the opportunity to introduce myself, and she did likewise. simone. a lovely name. she told me she lived down the hall in 311 and to come by later for a drink or maybe a cupcake if i wanted to be "a good boy." (i didn't.) i thanked her and turned back, content in the realization that i was able to immobilize a fraction of her, a well-heeled pose, and i tucked her smile into my pocket for safekeeping (my pockets are overflowing with ghosts, nowadays.).

a glass
of red wine, flipping through some rem koolhaas affair i'd been meaning to read since i'd moved to new york. restlessness though began to ascend, and i decided to take simone up on her offer. i walked over, knocked. no answer. another soft knock. no answer. not feeling certain lazing books movies activities, i decided to go grab a drink (i'd be the star of loungey midnight interviews tonight. yes.), so i hit the l train, walking in the soft drizzle, noticing patchwork parchments of puddles and moats surrounding the kerb. i grabbed a seat on the train. across from me sat two girls and a guy, all tattoos, sex and ripped lace, paid-back with short-cropped hair. ah, i see the moonbeam ink, but what i'm really interested in are those vibrant memory tattoos. you! do you remember defiling that pretty young thing in the backseat at the pointe, cop flashlights pouring in like stars? and you! do you remember flirting with thich nhat hanh and stealing off to korea while in university? the ajimas (old women) getting high on charcoal chicken and soju as the hajishis (old men) drink outside bodega row, the mosquitoes making blood brothers and sisters of you. and you!

the
train bounded down a few stops, and i hopped off in billburg. i made way to the nearest lounge, where i plopped on a stool. pint. three more. the buzz around me drowned as the circles inside myself inside the circle of myself overlapped harmoniously. i left feeling somewhat satisfied but grabbed one more large beer on my way home. after finishing the beer, i wrestled my uncooperative limbs onto the couch with blissful abandon and fell deeply asleep.

2 comments:

  1. i have ghosts in my pockets too.
    hello, i love your funky town writing.
    Want cheesecake?x

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  2. 'allo, miss. thank you. i would like cheesecake. wit blueberries, perhaps...

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