Returnable

Returnable (10/4)

Eternity is not in keeping with paper
Horizons too melt into haze - this lead
goos with envy

Or -
I die like everyone else - kept long
on shelves dusting myself hording paper lice

Eternity will envy only eternity plus one

Every line portraits eventually
You can focus hard - squint
Like hands out of the fog - birthmark

Architecture ain't just buildings folks

I am a fan of fashion and architecture. Call me shallow but beautiful things make me feel good. I especially love when the two come together somehow. Structure in fabric, art in buildings...wonderful stuff.

The Atelier Versace fall 09 collection is both of these things. Click that link at look hard at the structure in the fabric. The cut-outs. Everything. The way the clothes form to the body and then suddenly fall away into air.

The green dress I included above obviously looks Chrystler Building-ish but there a re a few there with tiny details that remind me of buttresses and staircases and all sorts of building elements. Not to mention that they are all just awesome to look at.

If I were a rich woman with a perfect body I would wear all of these daily.

Seriously.

Side Note :
I linked to Tom and Lorenzo's blog. I stole those images from them. They are hilarious guys who post about fashion. The blog started life as a Project Runway fan deal and has evolved into a forum for world-wide fashion critique. Interesting place to get a dose of interesting fashion images.

Narrow

Narrow (10/3)

Palms almost touching
the lines make channels
pushing sweat

Fingers rim salt crystals
the ice melts holes
into themselves

Paling, a long one

Paling (10/2)

1.
Again trees

2.
Rounded hills
covered
A yellow blanket, its
shock
colors cause the eyes to
dart

3.
Body remembers waking

3am naked toe touches

First fall leaf, first rain

4.
yellow
drops
the sky is busy being orange

everything is mulled wine
spices over butternut squash

mostly
everything looks ending
a deepish bruise

5
All of this is cliched
Cycles, colors, seasons.
Death, death, death...

But -

When leaves start their jumping,
like baby birds from the nest,
it is hard not to think about
a slow darkening.

The way soil turns
smooth, black.

That damp smell,
subtle chocolate,
parts around leaf veins.

6.
You pull up the blankets.

You pray for smoothness.

Chocolate is the new 80s

This video from Cadbury's is all sorts of awesome.

List as train of thought

This was an experiment. I started out thinking about an episode of Mad Men that featured a Mark Rothko very prominently. In keeping with the nature of the poems I am posting I decided to enter a random color with Rothko into Google. I followed that with the first thing I thought of after that...oddly Jell-O.

Here are the five searches I did, in order:

Rothko Blue
Stained Glass Jell-O
NYC Subway Tiles
Train Maps
Maps Are Art

Exoenzyme

The link in the title takes you to an article about Amylase, which is a protein in saliva that starts to break down food into sugars in the mouth. This is as clear an explanation for the poem I have.

Exoenzyme (10/1)

Take off your shirt let me hold it to my chest

There
is a taste as I spoon you into my mouth

From your ___ to my ___

Beautiful - anything could be sitting
filling those blanks