hurtling along the expressway, up from
the south shore of long island
it came into view as i ascended upon the rise
around kissena ave.
first the worlds fair, and i felt as if i could
carry the globe myself.
it was a beautiful sun day Saturday.
and the city had audrey hepburn, and
george peppard written all over it.
it is never tiring, the city, the way she looks.
timeless really.
under the river i went, popping out in the middle
of the quiet weekend noise.
Midtown never looks as good,
as it does on a beautiful fall weekend.
people strolling along the avenue, holding hands,
walking dogs, sitting, drinking coffee
morning jogs.
the pushcarts roll infront of their
vendors along the streets
and i think of pea shooters and intense battles from
a book of my childhood.
i cross the rock inbetween the hudson, the east river the long, thin finger like
rock that whitman sang his praises about so long ago.
and down beneath the other river and out into
jersey.
i leave the city behind, pressing on
into the heart of the garden state.
i day dream of love lost, and love yet
to be found. i dream of dances among
candle lit evenings, alone, the two of us.

love, it is something that is on my mind of late. finding love, losing love, it finding us when we are least expecting it. how does one measure love? is it how many mornings you wake up with your arms wrapped around someone, face buried in her beautiful hair. is it how many tears wet ones pillow in the quiet of nite after losing that person? just a quick blurt, work's going well and everything else is good, strange, on hold, in limbo.

Roger water was awesome! the show rocked. there was only one "lull" in the show i could have done with out. well i am not sure if everyone knows, but i am not a big fan of the current administration. however, when i go to a show, i don't want it shoved in my face that bush sucks. i will say he did bash ole tony blair too, but awww......michigan just picked ND....i gotta go. yeah finish the story later

i too dream of canadian nites
with the quiet hum of american radio
purring over the heaters keeping the windows
from frosting over, keeping us from seeing
our breath in the car.
we pull over to the roadside bars,
stomping our boots free of the slush and
snow, shaking the cold off
our sholders as we walk in the door,
ready to drink, and laugh
and feel the soft hips and cheeks
of rosy lipped girls. with sweet lovey doed
eyes, knowing no more, no less than we.
all ready to dance, listen to juxeboxes
belt out the tunes that are the songs
we will dance to, fall in love to,
discover the wonders of our bodies to.
maybe all in the same nite for those lucky
enough.
the wind of our youth, hitchhiking
from the coasts, cross the prairies, navigating
the mountain passes as the heavy winter
skies clear and the brown moon climbs higher in the sky
cleaning itself off, whiter than the freshly fallen snow
some stand outside watching their breath pass
in the air, cold, sharp as glass, the breath so heavy
casting a shadow neath the moonlite.
the bar door opens, closes, and the smells of smoke, beer
sweat drift slowly out on the sounds of
clinking glasses and racous laughter and bop.
the light from within is soft, muted by the dark ruddy leathers,
the heavy stained woods worn from the coat sleeves
of men stopping off on their long wild rides into frontiers of
the provinces, the west.
these canadian nites are american nites too.
the border, the only thing that seperates the people.
but it doesn't really, cause' the wind skips free, dancing the dervish
of wild lusty youth.

going to see roger waters on friday nite at jones beach!!! i am slightly excited. supposed to be 80, and the conert is at one of the best venues. the ocean, the great south bay. a bunch of my good friends and work is going well. at least i think it is. haha...i was thrown to the fire on monday. which was tough for more than one reason. first it was a par=tay weekend. my buddy thomas was going back to ireland after a 2 week vacation on the island of long. then saturday was another friend of mine tommy mcpartlans birthday. wow. what a rager that party was. sunday was the met game. pabst brewing co. field box seats. SWEET! right on the field first and second row. it was amazing. one of the best parts of the game is i caught two balls, and gave one to this little boy whose name happened to be Eric as well, and then this cute little girl got the second one i caught. it was such a great feeling seeing their faces light up and there parents were so happy as well. something so simple. well of course there was a large quantity of barley and hops consumed by us four wild men. which probably accounts for us ending up in bayside at sullivans and my friends chatting up these two anchorwomen from DC who fly up everysunday for the mets home games. it would also probably account for my losing the hat i bought as a gift. a hat i had to go out and buy again. so monday was my first day "on my own" at work, anf after a long weekend of tooooo much fun, i was a little foggy. well shook it off, and i think i did alright. i actually have a lot of responsibiliy making sure these publications meet deadlines. exciting. so now i am just lookin to put my nose to the grindstone and try and keep everything going forward. might be coming home end of october for TKE alumni weekend at buff state. while i was not a TKE, a lot of my friends were, and a couple live in manhattan so we may come up. the next two months are going to be busy on the weekends, plus the brunching season is fast approaching. yes i said the brunching season. usually on sundays a whole group of us get together and go to brunch. usually followed by some cocktails and football at someones house. makes for a nice sunday. well im off to bed. nite all