the pencil marks are fading... |
near daily visitations somehow remain superficial...
yr portrait of me, painted in the reds and oranges of the personality traits adorning my sleeve... flaws perhaps, but sewn on neatly.....
Posted by vrazumikhin on Sat, 25 Nov 2006 09:26:00 PST |
put down like a teenagers first drink |
remember when teenage crushes left you breathless?late night conversations til the batteries died...eventually turnedlate night drives with our hearts alive...the strawberry shock of "something fruity...
Posted by vrazumikhin on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 01:30:00 PST |
sideways smiling and rose petals... |
morning fresh... still nose reddening but warm enough to read outdoors... the bus, crowded, i watch the bazaars and super mercados float by at 30...
the next bus, feeling the unconsc...
Posted by vrazumikhin on Mon, 27 Mar 2006 12:00:00 PST |
fuck hibernation |
a day ago i longed for hibernation, there was a mist on the air and a laziness heavy upon me... today sunshine and later rain... a walk to visit my fairweather friends the loring squ...
Posted by vrazumikhin on Tue, 29 Nov 2005 04:45:00 PST |
bus time poetry... |
sept.02 2005
a small kid, tan skin, grey t shirtscootering southbound across franklin avethe wheels - the big kind - shining redno, glowing redlowering sun angling in from the westshining throu...
Posted by vrazumikhin on Sat, 29 Oct 2005 01:55:00 PST |
42 billion dollars and a letter to the president |
"been in the FBI, the CIA, for years... for years... many years... been in the FBI, the CIA, been in the CIA... many years... been in the FBI..."
and i fell back into my book, trying to ignore him......
Posted by vrazumikhin on Wed, 26 Oct 2005 04:29:00 PST |
not even really hardly even about bussing at all even |
man...
seriously... this won't be about the bus... josh, i'm looking yr way... okay... fine... the bus has been mostly uneventful lately... the other day i ran into...
Posted by vrazumikhin on Sat, 22 Oct 2005 09:47:00 PST |
i've never heard a sad song that i didn't like |
first off, lisa quoted some chuck klosterman in what i think is some of the best letters he's ever formed sentences with... it's fucking true and it sucks...
you know how you can listen to ...
Posted by vrazumikhin on Wed, 14 Sep 2005 04:39:00 PST |
the road to ruin, or how i learned to stop worrying and love the commute |
more bus tales... i got on the 70s bus today after work, the cool buses that are dark with wood paneling near the ceiling... my second bus was an 80s bus, brighter and stale, my third was the 90...
Posted by vrazumikhin on Wed, 31 Aug 2005 06:08:00 PST |
freight freight train coming |
i was sitting behind some guy on the bus today who smelled old... he was old, but i'm not sure that's any excuse...
he didn't smell like mothballs, he didn't smell like old soup, he didn't smell...
Posted by vrazumikhin on Thu, 25 Aug 2005 04:36:00 PST |
