Dear Genie

Again I ask myself

The difference between synchronicity and insanity

Like why the angel x 3


The corrugated plastic sculpture at the end of your street 

on the median in front of the Honda dealership

And the Laurie Anderson Strange Angels tape I found

Like flowers turning towards the sun


I wonder about it

Things just out of my grasp

Pair of dice

Paradise



I just love it

Consuming a color

Pepino limon gatorade

Celadon cigarettes


No one was jumping off the high rocks today

At the river



sun bouncing off the blonde wood 

in the morning like a golden 

cough drop

 


What you want from me?

I want it from you too