sometimes i'm bewildered by
the fact that i can roll tobacco
like a habana native rolls
a cigare for export -
i think that would be my dream
"menial" mechanical line
of work,
rolling cigarettes...
tried to teach this english lass
once, climbing across a fence from
a darkened park...
eh... didn't work:
but we did find her friend,
lying stiff, almost dead on
the pavement after they had
an argument...
and the black cat...
god...
when i put my jumper onto
her to keep her from shivering,
flicking the roof of her cap
asking: alright?
it's as if seeing a snowman
melt...
i sometimes forget that
there are people... not exactly
6ft1 proportions...
oh ****... rolling cigarettes?!
ah, ****, the industry is mechanised:
no foreign saliva necessary
to glue the "parchment"...
so one for myself then,
and the memory cinema...
akin to that memory, just described...
don't worry, they finally got home,
after i interacted with
her father over the phone
(when i still hand one) -
she took a "selfie"
just when her black cabbie
father drove to the bus-stop...
come to think of it...
besides my youth...
i can only remember 4 girls taking
a picture of me...
hebrī: panie -
r(ye) = the macron above
the iota -
no wonder the past few nights have
been "weird":
sniffing a belt without a buckle,
wrapping it around my right arm
thinking of a boxing glove,
when in fact i was unconscious
imitating the practice of tefillah...
ha ha...
a 15 year old girl suddenly drowning
in a borrowed jumper
to stop her shivering
while being escorted home...
much like a dolphin "laughing"
of a seal giving applause for herring...
that's not the point:
i really could roll you a decent cigarette,
almost like a shamanic ritual
encounter...
you roll the perfect diameter,
**** at the **** of the filter to check
for the proper air flow,
then fiddle around with the shaft...
gently heat the shaft with a lighter
to dry the wet tobacco a little...
then wait...
get an idea...
"my" people? sorry, my generation?!
surely we can
have our martyr...
aaaaaaaah.... jim morrison...
we've had these people,
james dean: sure but we have a clone
replica in the form of james franco...
only one contender...
no, not: kurt cobain...
heath ledger!
that's me ******* golfballs standing
over his grave, trying to say:
fore!