The Coney Island Mind

Can you still remember your first kiss?
Or the future we hoped for
when we were still kids?
Stay Young. Stay Young.

L'amour a épousé l'absence un soir d'été;
Si bien que mon amour pour votre adolesnece
Accompagne a pas lents sa femme, votre absence,
Qui, trés douce, le mene et, tranquille, se tait.
Et l'amour qui s'en vint aux bonds océaniques,
Ou le ciel serait grec si toutes étaient nues,
Y pleure d'être dieu encore et inconnu,
Ce dieu jaloux comme le sont les dieux uniques.

-Guillaume Apollinaire

My dreams were filtering through my veins, giving me that warm "home" feeling, you know? But I found myself somewhere else... not at my home at all. Okay, so maybe this wasn't my daily ritual, but it wasn't something I was surprised about.

By this time the sun was starting to irritate my eyelids into opening...and by this timeI knew where I was.
On top of the only free place I could be alone. I must have fallen asleep here, and I should make my way back down to where reality pushes forward.
This is me standing still; 5:40? I'd be rubbing the rust from my eyes and pulling warm sheets away from my body. I hate mornings, and I hate anything that turns into anything ressembling a routine.
So here I am, on a spontaneous mission to keep myself from falling into one of those sad buisness women who're dressed by dawn and out the door. Instead I'm spending this particular morning on the top of a beautiful hill, watching the sun rise.
By the time I walk back to my car I'll probably have to drive to work. But what does that matter when I did something different; added a twist to the storyline that was on the verge of becoming the average boring lifestyle of an office worker. I'm waiting for the other night to come rushing back still. And I'm waiting for the wave of everything I have to get done hit me harder now that I've taken advantage of what I can actually get out of life. This is my mourning I suppose...
knowing I have to go back,
but if I could make every morning different like this then I could definitely live,
Can you see it?
A life of endless possibilities all built on the chance to be completely spontaneous?

Quand il l'a vue
elle était

a t t a c h é e

&

c a s s a n t e

Ses bras minces sont tombés et le plancher
a été rempli du goût
des grenades

il a essayé
&
A essayé
&
A E S S A Y É

ses yeux
si L A R G E S
et sa vue
si é t r o i t e
cela à la fin

. . . . . Il n'a VU RIEN . . . . .

Quand il s'est
I n q u i é t é
il était un artisan

ses doigts se sont trouvés à travers
la laque de sa gorge
&
l'ondulation du fil,

ET QUAND IL LES A GOÛTÉS
il a goûté
l'a r g e n t
de la lune
&
l’o r
de la carpe

n a t a t i o n
juste sous cette
réflexion
.
.
.
.
.
.

L À.
juste sous ce pouls dormant.

Buffalo Heart 
You're gonna be a star with
acoustic guitars, covering the earth
like dirt built up from, crumbling buildings
And stink of skunks, hiding in trees
That could make ships sink
We're far apart across countries
Sailing on what could be..
Maybe.
Riding wind like it's an angel's wings,

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Sleeping in caves under starless moons
Our thoughts, wrapped up like butterfly cocoons
Nights so thick they stick to our minds like, 
A glue soaked barrier stuck together with bear skulls,

beasts of nature, climbing out of wells dug deep
with human fingers
Secret whispers, foam-filled mouths of oysters
Little sisters eating ice cream
Sweet with cherry and cream, daily running
through army tanks and polyester sleeves
We're losing by defeat in a battle, invisible
Unforgetable laughing, stealing beauty from
newspaper clippings, and t.v. leaks running
like a water hose to main street,
Across the freeway in a valley,
Skating on ice like a bal-ah-ree--licking lolipops of lies
filling time with time, waiting for anything
Thinking of what could be...
Maybe...

It's a possibility, yes indeed.

Catch a sunrise

watch the birds fly

see the colors change the sky.

Listen to the morning tune,

the music of the daylight.

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-"Sunrise. Sunrise. Looks like morning in your eyes"

"All my problems will be solved,
just as soon as I'm somewhere else,
doing something else,
knowing some other people
and become a totally different person."

..."At the end of my life I wouldn't mind hearing a deep,

resounding voice telling me

what it was I should have done.

I wonder what he'd say."

"My theory of relative happiness essentially means that you don't feel good or bad.

 Just better or worse than before.

This insight opens a new path to happiness:

depress yourself and in the relief following that depression,

you will experience an overwhelming sense of bliss.

...I'm still working on the scientific evidence."