Wednesday, 24 May 2006

elastic gloaming

The darkness comes on so slowly it is like night is too lazy to fall. My mom made $678 at the farmer's market. The grass in our square of lawn is like a homage to the dandelion. They have all gone white now and are waiting for the wind to kiss or kill them, split up the offspring. Every gust could be goodbye.
I am listening to Arabic Chillout. It is one way I try to quench my strange fascination with the desert. That is not to say it is any more fascinating that watching a sudden rain storm struggle to rush through the maze of cobblestones on the Royal Mile. Just that one feels yellow/orange/rust/red and the other feels grey/black/silver/blue.

5 comments:

your new best friend said...

holy vegetation-sales batman! i only ever made 200 at the very most. guess i should have been growing azaleas instead of peyote stitching!
i still don't have a passport. but i do have a passport to education. remember those? are they still valid? i think they gave me like 435 dollars for my post-secondary studies.

norah said...

totally still valid.
you can cash that sucker in for either:

1. 20 hours of Bluegrass Guitar lessons.
2. A year's worth of kool-aid.
or
3. Gordon Campbell's home address and house keys.

What would you choose?

norah said...

ps. what "BC product" is
yo Mama selling?
and can she get me some out here?
;)

PurestGreen said...

And can she ship overseas?

your new best friend said...

sweetened, unsweetened or jim jones koolaid?