Pitter-patter of rain f a l l i n g on asphalt As I lay here warm underneath a woolly cloud made up of enchanted flowers - holding me. My unfocused gaze lands on a carnation... My thoughts s p i l l i ng like a bowl of cat eye marbles onto smooth butter pecan wood floors- ah yes carnations...marked on my ribs for Spain the taste of bitter orange rinds... the feel of sandstone in the air -estuco- neat geometric meets thundering baroque existing together... if you must, going further back it was - remembrance for the d e a d . cellophane wrapping touching outer blood red petals vampire buds suspended in time... eventually blooming a grayish skin toned rubber band on evergreen stems. macabre my grandmothers warm hands... placing them just so.
Pitter-platter of rain softens... landing on moist soil. My thoughts lounging on a bench under a canopy protected from the unforgiving Andalusian Sun a view of the Alhambra I take a drag of cigarette... thoughts lazily swirling like smoke, hoping to catch my focus. I move to get up... Like honey, clinging on to The t i p of a spoon.
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 