i am damp and heavy and tilting towards...

...
a dry camera lens.
my head rises beyond the edge
of the film. a computer labours
behind me,
its screen is blank,
a kind of grey one
sees in a Southern swamp,
there is a bottle of water
near the keyboard,
half full with its label
peeled. i remember
high school and how my friend Erin said
that meant you were horny. i remember
the difference between then and then. we
never made it to a hotel room,
to one of our own beds

miscallenous percussions, symbols of reunion

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with

so this is how we define ourselves,
with a world protected by harbours
redundant in the size of theiir shore. with
miraculous pebbles, and a conscience cleared
of all extinct currents.

this is our defense. a body of water that moves
like a crowd but doesn't nudge, that doesn't resist
the visible bottom -- or carry its hat
among the waves. there's nothing but
pleasure here,
the fortune of holidays
and weekend receipts,
hard work that once was.

this is our visiting breath,
a willingness as dry as the sight
of a neighbour in the yard, walking
slowly perhaps,
deciding which colour of siding
she'll use for her house...

the green is brighter than chlorophyll should allow *

those words are not mine, 'my title', mon bon joue!
they belong to JLo (he's a runner-poet & not the singer-cum-actor-ess).

how does two months go by with barely a thought for entering here?
I'm guessing I'm not remotely as obessessed about blogging as the people
in the article I read yesterday at maisonneuve.org. Maybe I was too
busy getting ready for the big race, big trip.

The plan was to blog from the various places that I visited,
to let the world know what I was doing, thinking, seeing.
But, the truth being what it is, I didn't even think about blogging
when I was at any of the internet cafes --- all I did was check
e-mail and stock prices :)

Perhaps it would have taken too long anyway
considering some of the charges they were asking.
The only real cheap / reasonably priced cafes I found were in Ljubljana,
Besancon, and Valenciennes.... the other ones seemed to be a bit
exhorbitant given the quality of their systems. Alas, I was able
to stay in touch and find out what I needed from over here...
not that I really cared that much,
I was on vacation after all,
and getting away is really
the whole point of being somewhere else.