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after pausing at myrtle edwards on
the ride home
from work
to soak up some sun and the sounds of the sound
whipped to a frenzy by the wind, ponderous
jets drift on gusts
approaching Sea-Tac, lone white triangles
brave the water, the ferries burn twice as much
fuel rattling
people towards vashon shores, i smoke some tobacco
through beach bamboo, the feel of a
long finger bone, sand in
shortcropped hair a sign reminding me where.
after pausing there i stopped to photograb
these imposing dishes atop their
blocky fortress, the whole city--people,
buildings, plants--nothing but information man
ifesting in 3
dimensions... concrete, wood, flesh and steel
growing
like mold on a corpse. a guy on a ben
ch noticed my bike chain and
said it looked up to the task but he could break
my lock with a number 2 hammer. i kne
w that. it ended with
him commissioning me to draw his roleplaying
persona, a half-jaguar beast with the torso of a
woman and a
scorpion-like spiked tail poised to strike.
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