at my highest, i enjoy 3 things.
-reciting litanies of surreal poetry in spanish.
the iberian lisp mixed with opiate induced numb-lips
is like that point at the horizon
where heaven and earth, kiss.
-listening to free-form and post-bop jazz as well as middle-eastern orchestration.
the arrangement + chord structure in certain jazz genres
can be seemingly chaotic
but in fact are fully formed obelisks of cut marble cohesion.
and the arabic scale is burning geometry in dulcet configuration.
as complex as a brocaded arch in isfahan
and just as palpably delicious.
-and daydreaming about that certain moment
that first blush of lust between two people.
where you feel like your sub-atomic particles are beginning to bind themselves to that persons, in another dimension.
where you feel like something in their blood is calling out to something in yours.
that one moment
that sends two strangers into such a collision of life-altering magnitude.
