nueva york kicked my ass. ok ok. i know it took me forever to finally put all this shit together. i wanted to get it just right. all of the words are from my journal de papier.
day uno:
soho/ tripping through cobblestone streets in black hightops. post.cards & t.shirts. trinkets. lipstick. cigarette smoke. sidewalk cafes. punk.rock posters. poser kids. decked out grandma. greasy hair. side.parts. fishnets. bruise on my left knee. graffiti. murals. mochas. keith haring. junkies. bums. strawberry lip.gloss. vanilla ice.cream. bottled water. trampled fliers. dirty in rhinestones. fancy laudromat. pop shop. bra.straps. mini.skirt. sweat. orange light. humid night. stop.
day dos:
central park west/ rocky asphault. cool green. pink puppy tongues. strawberry fields [imagine. kids folding picnic blankets. cameras around necks. thick air. thunder. acoustic guitar. shaggy hair. black tobacco. maps & moss. dead leaves on the dirty ground. angel juan's tree. sandals & pink toe.nails. park benches. peasant topped faeries. candy apple red lips. double french roast espresso. dread.locks. smile. & stop.
day tres:
5th ave/cafe demachelier/up.town/ today i bought some soft glitter to wear on my eyelids & post.cards to send back home. went to an indian restaurant, covered in twinkle lights like strings of tiny illuminated beads. rice with orange saffron. chicken masala. spicy cream, exotic firecracker. water from pounded copper pitchers. mango shakes. spices in the air. exit/with humid moist air. we left in a taxi. i leaned back into the fake leather - sticking, up my skirt, to my thighs. & the warm summer air whipping through hair & over my lips. dodging through yellow cabs & greasy kids & bike messengers. flying & my heart.
day cuatro:
new jersey is like death compared to the city. @ step.moms friends house. pink room. breeze through a window. up late with old black & white movies. cows purr @ all hours.
day cinco:
brooklyn/long.island/ visited pratt [art school. an old factory. lovely./ drunk lady informs me about her truths. & then we cry. strange day. oxygen cigarettes should be crunchy & green like the misty trees along the long island railroad.
day seis:
times square/theatre district/ the producers. long wanderings. noodle shoppe. i want a noodle shop. ah!ex's kick.ass noodle shoppe. yes, that will be it.
day siete:
chelsea/ streets covered in graffitipaintposters. galleries. streets & streets of galleries. fresh paint. buddy holly glasses. cardboard & canvas. orange hair. wild lily tea room. jasmine & flowers tea. apricot & shortbread cookies. black roses. blue marbles. deftones on the subway. windy tunnels. dreadlock rockman playing hendrix against puke green & orange.
day ocho:
carnegie hall/ my dads choir's concerto [mozarts requiem. looking spiffy in his tux. topdog/underdog [play. deli late @ night. chow mein & orange chicken.
day nueve:
perfect way to end the trip/greenwich village/ walking as it got dark. down shady punkish streets. got a mister frostee cone from the ice.cream truck-o. vanilla & chocolate swirl. it started to rain through the thick warm air. couple making out @ the crosswalk. walked across the street & licked my ice.cream. The Doors leaking out from Gray's Papaya hot dog shoppe:\don't you love her madly? don't you love her as she's walking out the door//. it was lovely & warm & wet on my lips & eyelids - tasting like vanilla, smelling like wet sidewalk, sticky fingertips, humid subway tunnels. stop.
& then back on a plane. back home. back where it's quieter. back where my brain gets yellow & my heart turns away. back home. home. doesn't. feel. like. home.
<3 nyc.dreams E>
-ah.lex
