random notes compiled on my iPhone in new york
i got my nails painted hologram diamond somewhere on Myrtle
between irving and knickerbocker the margarita machine was broken
i ate a salmon omelette sunrise somewhere on Houston or the Bowery or something
i saw a boy fire dance on K in the backyard in the morning glories on Putnam Ave
i had a vision at Wallet
where the musical equivalency of constipation
lazers grope light
noise train
pushing the limits of perception
throwing drone into The Nothing Sphere
pushing the velocity to ultimate
i feel like a washing machine
on an iPhone
lilacism
broadway junction
manhattan
succulent proverbs
vision of the golden, bobbing cat in Chelsea
west 14th street
222 23rd street and looking for a bathroom but only finding
an AT&T and endless ladders
sun shower
Siamese connection rainbow reflection
tempted to connect reflect
feeling alone, feeling free
smoking my last cigarette in a sun shower
carrying a singing bowl around in a paper bag
thinking about resonating
the broken jade
ascending to the basement somewhere else on Myrtle
through a choir of bells
coming from
the top of your head
chiming
pentacle tattoo
finger scars
Flapping Polaroids
talons claw
girl who pukes on her merch while on mushrooms
hatches butterflies in her downtime
Korean food indigestion epidemic
glittering indigo in the dark
musky wooden basement
data bank glitter on brown skin
blue-purple explosion
projector ticking shots of
someone levitating with a balloon
helium
double whiskey on ice
a little spiralled piece of metal
on the sidewalk
a globular cluster
an inside-out purple shirt
a casual mandala
morning traffic
bewildered by the city and how
everyones shadows are connected to them.
lost my magical necklace somewhere in Bushwick at some guys place who makes holographic porn
volumetric pixels floating images
each part is in itself a whole
each part has all the information of the image
sequencer
post i-Tunes
feeling cocktail
partied at 23 Meadow. think i may have lost touch with my consciousness. i remember it was three floors and i snuck onto the secret top floor (where surprisingly no one was) and immediately got shuffled back down by a security guard.
on the cab ride there i sat in the front seat with the driver and he softly touched my shoulder.
partied at a spa under an underpass. we danced around to electronic music in our white bath robes. i left once the free drinks ran out. cadence weapon and picture plane and elite gymnastics were there and araabmuzik was rumoured to arrive.
in williamsburg park i met john who meditated near me while i napped in the sun. he played his singing bowl and rubbed his coral beads together and breathed heavily and stood on his head. i sipped from my beet juice tequila concoction and accepted some dream-inducing flower power herbs from him.
in my notebook in the park after my nap i wrote “mantra seeds frequency circles crystal reverberations sacred numerics repititous harmony. calm. give me breath space love compassion patience focus concentration harmony flows from me to you. ask more questions.”
later i danced in a goth bar under a loud smoke machine. everyone appeared to be on some weird drugs. girls in fringe and black lipstick. a disco ball. monster in paradise. gypsy blood.
flow light radar
deli sandwiches and coconut water in the morning
american spirit
a day out of time
sandalwood
Pearl bar
tequila grapefruit cash machine
miss my metro stop and end up in a beautiful green graveyard
something inside of me said yes
when you told me about your zodiac
over pumpkin tempura
on 3rd avenue at this place called
yakitori taisho
‘gone with the wind’ you said
and me floating down the Bowery
and up a fantastic flight of stairs and
opening up, i am a sunflower.
on his roof top circles painted everywhere and
when we sit inside one on opposite sides
it is like we are a living, breathing yin yang because we are
the variations of symmetry
frog eyes
existing in two
devotion
past neptune to the aquarium
if he is the outside then i am the inside
and the tanks bum me out
waving coral hand
moon jelly
sparkling gem meadow
starfish
i let the ocean hit my face
and think about him while eating a piece of cheese pizza
on the Subway headed to jamaica
there’s nothing in my way.