i was a tourist today.

i walked about 80 blocks today. from my dorm to 54th street and 5th avenue, then took a subway to chinatown with lisa :), then from canal street and broadway back to my dorm.
and this is what i was listening to as i walked:

"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together."
"I've got some real estate here in my bag."
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And we walked off to look for America

"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful his bowtie is really a camera"

"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America

Simon and Garfunkel give me shivers down my spine.

i was playing a game at first, wondering how far i could really walk without getting tired, it was such a beautiful day. and then i bumped into the MOMA, which couldn't be more perfect- i've wanted to see the Salvador Dali exhibit for hell knows how long ( ok, ever since i saw a poster advertising the exhibition on a city bus.)
it was absolutely mind-blowing- astronomically good and inspiring. i wrote down a few words, inspired by him; some things i have had on my mind.



WORDS THAT DO NOT TELL A STORY.

here i am, wandering about you.

in my memory, us two windswept figures, lost and lonely
then you stepping into the light, reminiscent of dreams.

mistake.
that sickening tangle of sticky sweet limbs that we were, coalesced again and again,
we shaped ourselves to each other's curves,
but our eyes did not meet when they should.

and with the burning palm of your hand you melted away what we were,
with the tip of your tongue you erased what we could be.
quicksand.
gone.
and now you have me dip dyed in your colours.

but i cant. you are an island, your heart is derelict, in your fortress, in your sand-
i can only reach you sometimes by riding on the sweep of a wave.
but waves come not often enough
and my sea will never immerse you.

i have finally realized, i have been waiting for nothing.