[don't start something that you can't finish... or at least pretend like you're going to finish. actually, forget that - start anything you want, even if that means leaving it wide open, vulnerable, and infinite. get hurt.]

park that car
drop that phone
sleep on the floor
dream about me

m-i-s-s-y-o-u

Bicycle Poem

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By Noelle Kocot

There were cathedrals falling out of your eyes

And your arms were the handlebars
I held in an abbreviated dream of crushed petals
Strewn across the limpid avenues.

I said, “I have poems for you”
But my words were lost in the wind.
I said, “I love you”
And you drifted into sleep.

And so I said nothing and rode you in and out of the rooms
Where we had stretched the boundaries of the soul
Like an endless sheet
And I felt you waking up between my legs.

The Rest Is Left For...

I have the best thoughts when I'm in a stage of sleep. In one of the many stages. It is the sub-conscious-esque type, where intermediate thoughts polka along for a little while. Sunlight, oh the sunlight, and they all become vaGue.

Cellophanic subconscious is what I see.

1) It's 96 degrees

2) Words are merely words

3) I need to make my bed

"I met with nothing but insignificance on your side."

-The Seagull

The Fountainhead

Dear Johnny:

I'm currently reading a novel by Ayn Rand called 'The Fountainhead.' It primarily speaks on Romanticism and human feelings beyond the lagging attachments of some religions, i.e. selfishness, pride. "It is concerned-- in the words of Aristotle-- not with things as they are, but with things as they might be and ought to be" -Ayn Rand

In the introduction, she speaks on her beliefs and how they have developed since the day she had finshed writing the novel. "Have my ideas changed? No, my fundamental convictions, my view of life and of man, have never changed, from as far back as I can remember, but my knowledge of their applications has grown, in scope and in precision."

maniacal-

I sound like a bitter old man, but I still laugh a lot.

"Education is a progressive discovery of our own ignorance."

-Will Durant

(I found this quote on a bathroom stall in Richmond, VA one summer, and have never forgotten it.. A hot day with a lot of memories.)