She was all ass...

I feel hollow.
I am not in my own bed.

A sheet sticks to me when I wake up, my own blood sticks me to the sheet.

There had been a fight.

Still cannot recall the exact details. I am certain it was not my fault. I am certain she was not human. I am certain of the scar this cut will leave, not unlike the last few. Why do they target me? What have I done? When will they realize I won't back down? Where do they come from?

The sky.

I remember now.
They come from the sky.

Glacier-July 18

more massings

amassing the mass and then massing

Last night I met up at Wilshire and Western.

It was wild. The group of about 600 massed up on the north east corner, above the subway entrance and we finally rolled out north on Western completely shutting down traffic and running every red light. We headed west on 6th street and that was wonderful, a massive group riding through Hancock Park, yelling and making noise, joking, jockeying...

We then went south on Robertson headed below Pico and then turned around and stopped traffic at Olympic. The larger group ahead did this circle of death there, where they ride around in a circle and then pick up their bikes over their heads and hold the bikes up in the air and continue to walk in the circle. After that we headed east again on Olympic then up Fairfax, east on 3rd and into Pan Pacific Park.

I rode with Irv, he said that he usually rides to the 2nd stop with the group and then heads home but he called it after the park. He went home and I rode with everyone out and up LaBrea about as far as Santa Monica.

People came out of stores and restaurants and yelled from their cars, "Why are you doing this?"

The videos on Youtube don't quite do it justice. You have to do it to feel the fun and excitement. I've never laughed so much while riding my bike.

Oh, and I can't walk at all right now.

rover dover river rocks
picked up placed on
put down and packed apart
water springs again
falling on the flat
cold, blue and lifeless
leaves cleared, netting set
wire mesh above
a basin clean, full, black
noisy water springs high
but for how long?
eels and leaves shushed
branch sand
orange petal
ashen thorn
sad pebble
drum thumb
poked brush
moss beard
lotions of sea-ivy
trails out window shed
lapping splashes
rocks laugh

Little Splits

His intentions were honest now, finally.

"How long do you really wish to suffer?" Asked Robert. "That's kind of heavy now right?" He took a drag and looked up Vine, his car was calling, go home, laundry, mail that thing, call that guy, 20 other things that he wouldn't do.

"Yeah, that's good. I like that. That's good."

He thought about his day and the rest of the time ahead. At least it was sunny. The girl who was crying walked past both of them, head down, still crying.

"What's goin on with your finances?" Robert popped up.

"Oh shit, I don't know. Same thing, still chasing my tail- things are okay though- don't know why. I mean, I can't say really other than giving it up y'know? That's what I keep doin' and seems, well, still...still alive....somehow....didn't think so 4 years ago."

The trees canopied the one lane road, the hill was endless, it climbed and fell. The turns were unpredictable, there was no flow to them but this was a neighborhood so nothing made sense. People started building shit anywhere in the 70's. House after house, on-top of house, on-top of house. The stop sign gave them a few ways to go.

She stopped the car. Turned off the engine. It was a coupe, quick, stealth, she looked so fucking good behind the wheel. She flashed looks fast. He caught every one. He couldn't control himself any longer. She started it and then it all became a game of blink. Blink first. He didn't blink, he blanked and then snorted, "fuck...
"I wanna kiss you right now."

"No, you can't." She was serious. "Cause then we'll start fucking and who knows what that'll lead to."

That shut him up.

"Damn, I'm glad somebody's thinking."

A coyote jumped from the hill into the roadside. The coyote stopped and stared. The couple stared at the coyote. They all stopped for a moment and stared at each other. Then from the front left of the car, two more coyotes appeared and stood with the first, they turned and stared at the couple in the car. He turned to her and said, "I want to kiss you right now."

She looked at him and held his gaze and she too was burning in this moment. It was fierce, it was raw, it was animal, it was fucking sex coming at both of them. She opened her lips and said, "Someday, when we fly across the bridge on your bike...going 100 miles per... I will sit behind you and I will pull a chicken bone out of my boot and I will stab you in the neck."

He said he would welcome that gladly.

The coyotes were joined by about 22 other coyotes now. Some began to fight and bite
at each other but a group of them stood patiently....watching...waiting.

As he put his head down that night he wasn't aware of the fucked he had shrouded himself in. He was so far down the rabbit hole, he had covered his entire head in fucked....

All he could do was think about the distraction of her and how it might offer some sort of solution or some real fucking chaos.

But that was 4 years ago.