Bicycle Dream

Voila, a trusty old bicycle, in need of a new chain and new gears, outside the door to my basement apartment in Montreal.

Boiled Egg Sunshine

Sun floating up there like a boiled egg, as wind whips up the cloud and tree branches rake the sky, I stood neck deep in the ground, in some version of inferno, sending up prayers, eat your boiled eggs and wipe crumbs off the counter.

Clean Cut Dream Salon

Obviously clean cut feels good, like close shave, trimmed fingernails, clipped nostril hairs. Do what you like with other  God-counted hairs, bikini lines, leg bristles, armpit display, every man or woman has his or her fair share of hairy garden.

Keep Your Dog on a Leach

Do you have worry and regret at the end of the day? Did you follow signs, heed messages, accept feedback and notice what was going on? Did you have your dog on a leach? Did you deposit the little plastic bag containing dog turds in a garbage bin, or did you drop it on the sidewalk or push it down a sewer vent?

Time Saving Device

With so many time-saving devices, cell phones, palm pilots, little computers and services like text-messaging, twitter, facebook, email and so on, what do you do with saved time? That could be an interesting study: how do people use saved time?

Trajectories

Mannlicher Carcano Radio program, March 20, 2010, in response to sound files received from lok8tr, Alberta, memories of  Alberta, from 1980 to 1985, I lived in Lloydminister, Edmonton and then High Prairie.

Smell

Smell of coffee and grease in a fast food restaurant, smell of exhaust fumes along a busy street, musty smell of a basement apartment, funky roast turkey and mashed potatoes smell of a toilet, smell of garbage in the garbage bin under the kitchen counter, each place is a little world, with its own set of rules, emotions and mental associations.

Day Dream

Day dream procrastination, a wave of drowsiness, followed by choppy, agitated waves, it's sometimes difficult to get going in the morning, to settle down and face the task at hand.

Happy Food

Happy Food, Lord Heart, livid lips, luminous teeth, languid tongue, wet nostrils, gleaming eyes, take a moment over lunch to read whatever appears before the eye, a piece of advertising, the information on a package of crackers, the contents of a jar of peas, the composition of ketchup. Pause, in the kitchen, where the belly goes for comfort and contemplate the mysteries of the organism.