hulloburro

MONKEY BARS

adriel has gone off to get a refill of tonic
and suddenly i feel the need to Disappear
so i walk down Harvey Street and into the park that just last night was deemed 'sketchy'
but is now filled with hordes of children that run circles around eachother shouting in spanish
the little girls running up and down the playgym and the older boys playing soccer on the sandy asphalt
i sit down on a swing even though ive always found swingsets nauseating
and one of the older boys, jose, calls out to me
"como te llamas?" y "cuantos años tienes?"
veinte, i say, and i don't bother asking him the same
and 13 year old Omar comes over and tries to climb the slanted slippery metal poles that hold up the swingset

very oddly then, from out of the bushes to the back of the park, march in a whole troupe of girls & boys dressed up in scout garb
jose says something like
que los blancos
esta lloviendo
which i thought meant something like
"gah, it's raining white people!"
and then he leaps up onto the swingset poles and is climbing along the top like a gymnast on the bars
and whistling to the scout kids como some sort of don juan
while below Omar and all the little girls are shouting
"he's a monkey! he's a monkey!"

and i tell them all "adios!" because i've touched another world,
and now i'm ready to slip back into the one i left

---
i walk just down the street 
and stay long enuff to analyze what sort of people are hanging at dom's place
they aren't hipsters, like at MeatTown
or hippies, or revolutionaries, or Neo-Absurdist Contrarian fellows
eventually i realize they are music types
and the mellow vibes they put off are the sort you recieve in any encounter with the music scene

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AVOCADO

it started with san francisco, when mary ann had her avocado obsession
and the amazing cheese-avocado-mustard sandwhiches that tasted better than anything 
after wandering over the cold mysterious hills all day 
and the thought suddenly hitting you 
Shit! i'm on the other side of a continent
and the summer continued with more random cravings for avocado
obtaining them, and in my impatience splitting them too early 
so that the beautiful flesh tasted like... nothing
("patience, little grasshopper, patience")
but tonight when i got home i split the Last Avocado
and after all this time,
all this summer experience
all the Growing That Has Been Had
the Last Avocado was just right 



WHAT I CRAVE MOST NOW:
a midnight skinny dip in the lake
but someone to swim with


 

i gradually realize that i shouldn't feel so alone or pissed off,
because those people who always seemed so distant have just finally made the cut, and we're moving down separate paths.
there're two ways this can happen between friends.
either one of you decides to move on, or the other one does.
when you decide to move on, it's not nearly as painful, in fact it's a Relief.
but when you're left it's a Realization of cold cutting abandonment 

 

I AM AN ARTIST. 
a fucking artist. 
yes, L-O-L-L-O 
(noun. from the italian. pronounced "law-loh" )
Lollo, the artist.