6 18 2015 - life 30 love - imagine

6
18
2015

life 30 love

imagine

———

“This Theatre is your Theatre.”

Orson Welles

———

it’s about creating

magic

each day
in a new way
and being serious about it.

this between us, babe

magical

& know u
be feeling
the uptown sparkly by now.

o come.
don’t tease.
no playing ‘round now none neither.

(stomp)

u
i
both know
our play date like sunshine on mind.

just mine?
shoot, then.
well do we least make good company?

hardly?
make it hard on me.
how 'bout in your most lost + lonely darn hour?

how 'bout if precisely right then,
if from the bottom my heart,
i whisper rhyme across space and time—

magical magical magical

to spike your reality like fantasy—

could such a spell cast a smile?
would u try it on 4 style?
and if the slipper fit this relationship ought we make it worth our while?

imagine magical creation together between us—
if only, kid.
imagine



blondyn



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6 5 2015 - Chapter 18 - Fly Visionary Fly

6
5
2015

Chapter 18

Fly Visionary Fly

———

“Don’t get set into one form, adapt it and build your own, and let it grow, be like water.”

—Bruce Lee

———


—type type type—

and cut!—that’s a draft.

blondyn collapsed across grassy hilltop like love at last…

lower back—panging.
hyper-extended Achilles—refraining.
leg muscles—tightening, aka, threatening cramps / requesting additional high-voltage post-run stretching.

meanwhile,
blondyn lost
to something like sanctity.

don’t think, he thought.
take 5, he added—
5 minutes to just breath & let the skin sip Sun inside ya…

just then,
a kite swing into sight above.

under weight of the sun,
blondyn turned head.

a girl.
6 or 7?
one-handed + high-flying her kite like newborn natural.

“musta up'n jumped the cradle…”

so get the shot!

blondyn oust’d iPhone—
swiped / framed shot—
girl / kite—bottom left—
freedom tower—top right—
click!
snap!
flash!
and the youth fall back beneath a draft of seeds breezy ‘bove he.

“and just how long can one keep up this exactly?”

thought beckoned—

see those?
seeds of nyc—
stories to be sown & grown unto the dream of truth / beauty.

“okie.”

now if you’re mindful, hearty, moving
some those seeds may bloom way to blondy,
'kay?

“okie.”

remember, babe—
one day, sunset;
til then, sunrise—
so ride & write & ride it high
imaginary blessings happen all ways—
(fly visionary fly)

as watching on the seeds
& the kite swinging in + out the scene—
he reflected on what it all could possibly mean—

blondyn

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