I want to go crazy in the desert with you. I want to stumble ahead, our water cans are empty. I feel the grit of the sand in my teeth. I want us to continue, long after we should have died, until we find an alien landscape, a place of red lakes and stone arches, [...]
Posts Tagged ‘adventure’
I have found the notes you hide. The first—not of your notes but of the ones I found—was stuffed in the window of a city bus. I saw it was a page from a larger work, numbered 27 and beginning in the middle of a conversation. I liked that message. Don’t we all meet in [...]
You must have a few projects half started, a few vows made with friends on windy hilltops at two in the morning, a few adventure brochures stashed under your pillow. Maybe this is the summer you follow them through. What do your dangling projects mean to you?
I don’t have a plan in the world. I have the wide open sky and a bag of dried mangoes. My last girlfriend called them slices of sunshine. I have kept the phrases my closest friends gave me. A teenager is “a case of ginger ale”, empty praise from the human resources director is “a [...]
When I finally found my camera it was back at my table at the café, exactly where I had left it to pay. How did you know I would come back? Perhaps you returned every day, set the camera down and watched. It is such a crowded café. I suppose the owner must have been [...]
In the place I want to find, the autumn never ends. The leaves don’t fall but float, and every time we kiss, a green leaf turns to orange. In a secret field, you will run up to a scarecrow. It will lift its pumpkin head and rake us free a tunnel through the sky. The [...]
I want to meet you without ever planning
by Somerled on August 17, 2008 at 2:09 pmI want to meet you without ever planning to meet, sit next to you on the subway and get off at the wrong stop. We’ll change our clothes, buy five dollar outfits and chase cats through alleys, steal the cameras of tourists to take pictures of graffiti, follow them back to their hotels to give [...]
It wakes me up again, it is a question that will not answer itself. You mark a black X on my hand and tell me it must mean something. In a better world there are longer, greater distances, there is wilderness and anarchy. I want to kiss you in a riot, slip a piece of [...]