letter to anyone that i've ever known for a weekend or two
long time, huh? been busy some. some real busy. pretending to dance again. i've missed some of you - not all of you - a few of you...
many of you i actually stuffed into the back pocket of an old pair grease stained jeans that i donated to the salvation army some time ago - back in the old days maybe - back at that old apartment - that old kent street house in fonthill right around the corner of that subway station by danforth and broadview just around the corner from lake street and perpedicular to that old barn on parnell - yeah, back in the old life - that one that passed or is passing or will pass i'm not sure which one - seems so long ago - remember those? all those days - i don't either.
parts i remember - but so much scattered - fragments of fragments of pieces of fragments of bits and pieces of tiny particles exploding off of microscopic fragments of fragments all dressed up in shiny tiny particles and leopard skinned hats... remember those old days? i don't either...
parts i remember - but so much scattered - scattered puzzles and bloated crosswords - a blueprint - a retired soothsayer rocking in that chair - remember that sanded oil stained chair creaking in the sunroom the way it did? crawling around in those sunrays the way it did, remember? like an olympic swimmer - stroking frontwards backwards side to side spinning in circles drawing geometric shapes - shapes of all sizes - scratching your windows - hot - magnifying those sunrays - those gasoline sunrays pouring magnified sunrays all over the walls all over the ceiling and the floor too - splashing intolerable sunrays boiling temperatures burning hot - three times hotter than the hottest desert - melting those soldier-like cactus plants - framing the frames of those molten windows like a platoon of snowmen gasping for air in a midsummer heatwave...
how are you all doing i wonder sometimes when i wonder about why i don't wonder more often - how are your families - your children how are your relatives and your co-workers - how are your classmates and your pets - how are your neighbours and your partners - those are my thoughts while i wonder about wondering about whether it's worth wondering or remembering - better to wonder than to remember better to forget than be forgotten? not sure... don't know... don't remember... not sure... of much... when it comes to all of you... all of you people... you remnants... you fragments all of you people you pieces you bits you microscopic innate illegible references of the old times that passed the old times that are passing or the old times that will pass... all you shadows you photographs you old ancient obsolete reflections please take solace in knowing that as i sit here wondering yet again about why i don't woner about wondering more often it has just dawned on me that even though i don't remember any of you i am very happy very glad to know that i've forgotten every one of you...
many of you i actually stuffed into the back pocket of an old pair grease stained jeans that i donated to the salvation army some time ago - back in the old days maybe - back at that old apartment - that old kent street house in fonthill right around the corner of that subway station by danforth and broadview just around the corner from lake street and perpedicular to that old barn on parnell - yeah, back in the old life - that one that passed or is passing or will pass i'm not sure which one - seems so long ago - remember those? all those days - i don't either.
parts i remember - but so much scattered - fragments of fragments of pieces of fragments of bits and pieces of tiny particles exploding off of microscopic fragments of fragments all dressed up in shiny tiny particles and leopard skinned hats... remember those old days? i don't either...
parts i remember - but so much scattered - scattered puzzles and bloated crosswords - a blueprint - a retired soothsayer rocking in that chair - remember that sanded oil stained chair creaking in the sunroom the way it did? crawling around in those sunrays the way it did, remember? like an olympic swimmer - stroking frontwards backwards side to side spinning in circles drawing geometric shapes - shapes of all sizes - scratching your windows - hot - magnifying those sunrays - those gasoline sunrays pouring magnified sunrays all over the walls all over the ceiling and the floor too - splashing intolerable sunrays boiling temperatures burning hot - three times hotter than the hottest desert - melting those soldier-like cactus plants - framing the frames of those molten windows like a platoon of snowmen gasping for air in a midsummer heatwave...
how are you all doing i wonder sometimes when i wonder about why i don't wonder more often - how are your families - your children how are your relatives and your co-workers - how are your classmates and your pets - how are your neighbours and your partners - those are my thoughts while i wonder about wondering about whether it's worth wondering or remembering - better to wonder than to remember better to forget than be forgotten? not sure... don't know... don't remember... not sure... of much... when it comes to all of you... all of you people... you remnants... you fragments all of you people you pieces you bits you microscopic innate illegible references of the old times that passed the old times that are passing or the old times that will pass... all you shadows you photographs you old ancient obsolete reflections please take solace in knowing that as i sit here wondering yet again about why i don't woner about wondering more often it has just dawned on me that even though i don't remember any of you i am very happy very glad to know that i've forgotten every one of you...
posted by jack at 11:40 PM
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