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I
– Stranded, again
II
– Story backwards
I – Stranded, again
May 26 2011, 20:16
shitwreck brought here my bag Sorry for dirty clothes
June 1 2011, 08:38
that have broken my over-stuffed luggage
June 3 2011, 12:54
living from fountain to fountain I’m thirsty
June 3 2011, 18:55
if you don’t master the fine art of package
June 4 2011, 07:55
sea water tastes really bad, dear Italian
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June 4 2011, 09:16
when you must drink from your shirt and your bandage
June 10 2011, 09:34
always must nickel & dine on your carrion
June 10 2011, 10:07
when you must wrap all your stuff in a pipe
June 10 2011, 10:10
and as foreigner behave like barbarian
June 12 2011, 11:59
because I have no credit card to swipe
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June 12 2011, 12:05
only cash money stitched inside my pocket
June 12 2011, 13:12
plus emergency change in socks tucked tight
June 13 2011, 08:01
it’s wild out there and a hole in your bucket
June 13 2011, 08:35
can leave you stranded half way from your destiny
June 13 2011, 09:12
but I don’t travel light, and into closets
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June 13 2011, 13:47
I press my things and lock them away carefully
June 14 2011, 07:58
in temporary space I put my rags
June 14 2011, 10:23
so I can feel my real body weight briefly
July 18 2011, 08:39
never for strolling I walk, and I drag
July 18 2011, 09:05
vehicle sediment layered on highways shoulders
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July 18 2011, 12:21
My shoes like two curious rats
July 19 2011, 08:46
dig and run happy on the plastic of freeways
July 19 2011, 11:42
and in the rubber and mesh of blown tires
July 21 2011, 15:43
Caps and their bottles miles far on expressways
July 21 2011, 15:55
parted forever and dying with desire
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July 21 2011, 18:43
castaway food for visitors of motorways
July 21 2011, 20:44
company logos with much food inside
July 22 2011, 08:32
drawing my eyes to the edges of passageways
July 22 2011, 11:20
eager for traces of some stranger’s past
July 25 2011, 09:01
square tumbleweeds of cardboard rest on alleyways
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August 1 2011, 08:19
desolated and stinky, but a feast
August 1 2011, 08:31
for my snail colleagues with much better eye
August 1 2011, 10:04
for aluminum ore that goes real fast
August 2 2011, 08:35
and precious fiber as extra supply
August 12 2011, 11:32
layer on layer, cold is always there
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August 13 2011, 08:03
sticks to their shoulder even in July
August 13 2011, 08:26
but I can’t pick up anything from here
August 13 2011, 08:27
I have my own house already, compressed
August 13 2011, 09:12
to fit in two suitcases jam-packed air-tight
August 13 2011, 09:24
and a backpack that crushes my chest
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August 13 2011, 10:03
I can’t bend down and dip hands in the stream
August 13 2011, 10:03
my walk keeps rolling things without a rest
August 13 2011, 10:32
things come afloat to me like in a dream
August 13 2011, 10:33
and glove and blaze and fade and disappear
August 15 2011, 18:06
then take each other’s hand so that between
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August 15 2011, 19:10
a piece of junk and another appears
August 15 2011, 19:11
the Soul of them all Junks that goes with Time
August 15 2011, 19:28
and projects like a movie, very clear
August 15 2011, 19:29
to me, at least, of images combined
September 4 2011, 16:01
and lives that never happened become true
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September 4 2011, 16:41
as true as outdoor light that makes you blind
September 12 2011, 18:00
when you walk out of your doorway and through
September 12 2011, 18:12
the point that separate fantasy from work
September 12 2011, 18:22
and make sure that what you imagine is true
September 17 2011, 09:30
but objects go and go like flying words
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September 17 2011, 09:31
and get mixed with the faces in the street
September 17 2011, 09:34
and with buildings, of all this is the worst!
September 17 2011, 09:55
back home I can’t remember anything
September 17 2011, 10:02
objects and people all melted together
September 17 2011, 10:06
a big package of shoes tied with one string
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September 21 2011, 15:49
because my thoughts walk with my legs all over the place
September 21 2011, 16:54
and tread on memories like whorses
September 21 2011, 18:03
so the pictures I collect are lost forever
September 22 2011, 08:26
I’m left with only mud to fill my verses
September 22 2011, 08:37
my mind has very little storage space
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September 22 2011, 08:46
I said I can’t take nothing from these fancies
October 11 2011, 07:59
but I don’t want to sit wining all day
October 11 2011, 08:12
I’ll try to make my mind up if I can
October 11 2011, 08:25
while I pull my broke suitcase on this train
October 12 2011, 08:16
trying to remember or to understand
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October 12 2011, 08:18
what I do here and why I start this travel
October 12 2011, 08:28
I lost those things on the way to this land
October 17 2011, 22:37
so I wanted to write like that great fellow
October 17 2011, 22:45
who traveled much where nobody likes going
October 26 2011, 16:51
when wildlife threatened his life, but he followed
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October 26 2011, 17:11
a great Leader who knows good storytelling
November 5 2011, 11:20
because he knows men well and what don’t change
November 5 2011, 11:21
and perfect mosaic of stars also guide him
November 8 2011, 08:31
that don’t move never and perfectly arranged
December 20 2011, 09:05
by the one who so strangely loves all people
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December 24 2011, 09:20
is so unhomely to give them second chance
December 24 2011, 09:32
but If my faith is in weird and low details
December 24 2011, 09:35
so weird and hidden that I doubt myself
January 9 2012, 09:03
sometimes I like to pull the tail of devil
January 9 2012, 09:04
and the stars are to me too hard to tell
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January 10 2012, 09:02
I can’t make difference a lark and a larch
January 10 2012, 09:16
I only learn the names when tasting well
January 12 2012, 09:27
and I can’t find a leader is too large
January 12 2012, 09:30
the list of those I love and then betray
January 12 2012, 10:07
put their ideas in a blender and slurp
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January 15 2012, 13:09
how can I go down my story of dismay
January 15 2012, 13:25
and come back safe from the mountain & lions
January 15 2012, 13:41
where time has no play?
II – Story backwards
August 12 2012, 09:22
a.
August 12 2012, 09:27
Please don’t blame me if the most beautiful building for me
August 12 2012, 09:29
is the red brick cold storage on Fulton
August 12 2012, 09:40
and my favorite thing to do is idling
August 12 2012, 09:52
riding my bike in those quarters at sundown
September 7 2012, 08:05
in the immediate chunk of peace that looms
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September 7 2012, 08:06
when the meat packing factories of Midtown
December 21 2012, 08:06
pull the plug and the street waits to make room
December 21 2012, 08:17
to rockstar chefs and verse declaiming waiters
December 21 2012, 08:21
and amazed guests who photograph their food.
April 29 2013, 06:57
I move in circles outward through the neighborhoods
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April 29 2013, 07:02
knowing nothing or little about
April 29 2013, 07:11
the scarred pavement I tread with my rubber
May 8 2013, 07:45
and the thick history, like a dense cloud
May 8 2013, 07:46
of blood fumes gushed from man and pig alike
May 12 2013, 07:23
in a time when the lives of both got ground
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May 12 2013, 08:05
into one tin can sealed pulp overnight
May 19 2013, 07:33
and packaged and shipped and forsaken
May 19 2013, 07:42
to make room for the next daily supply.
August 7 2013, 07:44
I bought a book at a shop on my way here
August 7 2013, 07:55
read it from cover to cover, then put it
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August 7 2013, 08:12
in a bowl, torched it and watched it go hazy
October 20 2013, 21:54
while only few of the words sedimented
October 29 2013, 22:20
and will stick in my mind for longer time
October 29 2013, 23:43
than paper lasts, encumbering my outfit
November 7 2013, 06:49
because memory is weak but its bones aren’t
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January 16 2014, 07:38
and tissue grows on them even if buried
January 16 2014, 07:39
(a sprouting zombie flesh memory drive).
January 17 2014, 06:47
So I’ll take what I learned so far and burn it
January 17 2014, 06:47
especially preconceptions, the hardest ones
January 17 2014, 06:48
and regard this new city without turning
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January 20 2014, 10:55
my face ‘way from display of doubtful provenance –
January 20 2014, 10:56
I’ll use the back door, my time will be night,
January 20 2014, 11:01
my fuel will be oxygen.
January 20 2014, 11:22
b.
January 22 2014, 07:35
Every season I welcome from this ledge:
January 22 2014, 07:36
Fall’s whiffs blend weed and fish fermenting matter
January 22 2014, 07:36
Winter’s light beams swarm the dark water stage
January 31 2014, 07:21
Spring’s crazy outset recovers by Easter
February 6 2014, 07:23
but beyond Easter’s gayness, Summer’s hype
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February 14 2014, 06:43
is a different kind of love: just look deeper
June 6 2014, 06:54
into the deadly crush of midday light
June 6 2014, 07:14
beating the water out of newcome weeds
June 6 2014, 07:20
raging silently outside before your eyes
October 18 2014, 07:46
So she slipped out of the door when the heat
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October 18 2014, 07:52
(are you sure that Polednice has no name here?)
February 15 2015, 10:28
and lunch knock everyone out in sound sleep
June 29 2015, 22:53
The beacon was up there, ready to take her
June 29 2015, 22:53
on a blind date that knocked her out of sense
February 15 2016, 09:59
and out of energy, until some neighbor
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February 15 2016, 11:50
found her stiff body with its fingers clenched,
February 15 2016, 12:31
its head tossed back, its skin parched as dry clay,
February 15 2016, 12:43
its eyes wide open staring from a ditch.
September 8 2016, 22:40
My heroine’s life I sing outdoors at day
September 8 2016, 22:41
and at dusk in my bathroom, which some chemicals,
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