Jacque's Toast

Flowers sitting in hand sanitizer Dazed and fazed, shoveling snow in early April. Lighten the shadows, and darken the highlights so now you can see the tree branches.

     

      Drooling and snorting trash man Aims a kick at the metal bin Clangs loudly on the pavement And the pigeons scatter Pigeons flung in the air like specks of dust Unwanted yet present in all walks of city life Don’t feed the birds, feed the city Buildings get bigger as space gets smaller Humans get darker as shadows grow taller.      

A tired bicycle on a wet, empty lane Pedals whir quickly, spin round and round But soon slow, slow, and stop. The bicycle is falling on its side Makes a clang- But it is an empty lane So it sits there, sideways, in the rain. That day, the boy forgot his umbrella. Sad and wet, he walked all the way. Oh what would it take to end this day? From street to street, his sopping feet Wishing for response Then, standing in the rain – he found a bike. It was wet, and on its side But it looked alright – it would ride. The boy hopped on, pedaling fast Wafts of dinner up, home at last.   

(From 6/30/15) 3:00 PM Sitting in Recoleta park. Beautiful unbelievably beautiful. Sunny day here in Buenos Aires. Because my flight was delayed Linsey couldn’t meet me at the apartment so I’ve been with my stuff all day which is good because now taking the load off feels so great! I visited a theatre turned bookstore and a museum, which was free and kinda blah, and now I’m looking up at the massive metal structure of a flower. People are strewn horizontally about on the cut grass, as if reenacting the fallen soldiers on a battlefield. Around 5:45 now…I’m stalling in this café, around 15 minutes away from Linsey’s house and we’re meeting around 6:30. I don’t want to order something else because I haven’t really eaten anything substantial today and I don’t want to fill up on this stuff. And trying to rest my weary dogs I mean damn! Just like Paris. Except I think I’m a little more tired, probably puts me on the same consciousness level I suppose. The owner lad...