late late Saturday night August 19/20, 2000

Turned on
tuned in
satin bodies affecting the other
in good graces
and broad melt down
we burn gently
oozing out the walls of repression
leaking through adored feeling
cherished feeling
rose colored glasses on a
starry night
Saturated smiles and galaxy mood
swim in moonlight
we bathe in mystic reflections
embrace it all
riding on the notes of music and
gliding naturally-

I don't feel mangled and trapped right now. I have to remember to relax during days' hours.
Walking to the rays of sun and reloading refreshment that blue skies can offer.
I'm writing and words are just falling out and over and onto this page. I reckon I like this. Would this be a sport?
Exercising our minds-running amok in land of brain. Brain-the ruler of my direction. Brain says. Body does. Brain says and somebody else does.
Life is led magnificently, consistently witnessing new horizons, new colors and new cars with new faces inside. New names and new pictures for new walls. New song to a new sound as we play new again..-

...moments later...AGAIN!

...much later...

Artistic angels such
sexual souls
throwing dreams and catching them into reality
passionately
ABSOLUTE
with wild thoughts that 
change from traffic light to traffic light
toeing street corners and 
aerobicizing sidewalks
with a pound of butterflies
flying out of our skulls
and catching the eyes of
humanity with sights that make
them smile and feel deep down;
a chemistry set of feelings
all purple, blue, green, orange, yellow, red
mixing into creatures like
sweet beakers eager to assist
in the happiness unity can develop
artistic angels become developed and
we're all turned on by their sexual souls-

NYC 2000