memories and a poem.

today at work i was flooded with an old memory of when i went to italy as a boy. i went with the art club in highschool. along with our school was another school from maine that shared our tour bus. i became good friends with one of the guys from maine. we were complete goofballs. he paid me 5 euro to fall down the marble stairs at the sistine chapple; of course i did it with a great big smile! one night we all went out to the gilotti shoppe (very delicious btw). Afterwards the two of us began dancing. at first we were just fooling around until a couple started to video tape us. after a moment or two a group began to form; we had a crowd. So, being totally spontaneous the two of us did about a 15 min "abstract" dance proformance. basically just jumping around, climbing walls cartwheels randomness. apparently people really enjoyed it. thats the memory i had today. it made me so glad to remember that. lately i've been thinking alot about my childhood...yep.

i wrote this poem with magnetic poetry on my frige:

Aching Vision

And I sit
Rusting
No sleep with
A thousand
Roads
Show me
A winter forest
With gorgeous rocks
Under the iron moon.


PS- here is a random picture-