oh, renoir

nocturne communique/nocturnal e-mission:
you are the reason and the weather

textual relations/e-ruptions
you were committed because you are committed and because they are committed. do you believe them when they say what they say? or is it lost in the ness/nest? the mountain may look looming now but it’s only a matter of taking advantage of a different vantage point.

the assurance of sex, both the organ and the act.

the distance in yr eyes. intertwined white socks.

the pause.
the interim.
the elipses.
the liminal.
in may i see no stars.
in september there was no moon.

a young urban boyfriend
in pants too big
not old enough to smoke
but smoking nonetheless
only wanting
not knowing why
unfettered by the constraints
of a reflexive identity

and yr long hair
was a gift of the 1990s
but yr warm breath
is timelessness
…
shhh
…
a long horizontal window
evocative of a plane
on the horizon
the trajectory from you to me
melted wax conjoined
and oversexed tulips
what i left on yr sheets
the way a child ignores
being ignored

when did these trees grow leaves
and the air stop smoking
and yr legs start pumping?

like an alien neon sign in an otherwise forest. sickly fluorescent bluepinkpurple against green flat. that betraying a sense of belonging. the car, the obnoxious extension of a man. the two on the bus with vintage porn haircuts and books and voices loud and naively so. the difference between sitting next to and across from, a double vs a single reflection. still, a connection. the uneasiness of a motor at rest, not like a rest in music, or a rest in bed, but interminable. a sexy flash of black, like that of a gold chain, then movement.

LOOK!
beach house - norway
james bidgood
book of love - boy
david byrne
luigi y luca
randy pausch - achieving yr childhood dreams
sviatchenko
tag galaxy
telectroscope
mick turner - angel #1

LISTEN!
air france
jonas game
hammock
jasmina maschina
mount eerie - in moonlight
music go music
old haunts
quiet village
steso songs
wildbirds & peacedrums