Randi Grail
Really Really Experienced
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- May 28, 2004
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Writing from a boarding house in Gothenburg, Sweden. They have a net cafe, thefirst one I have had the opportunity to visit in weeks. This vacation is the coolest in my life. Just dropped in to say hi and post a poem about it.
I'll be with you in a normal fashion from Saturday, although I'm in Athens checking out the Olympics. But my greek buddy have good Net access. And visits Lit for the porn.
Miss you all.
I drank the sun
like milk
like ambrosia
or like fridge cold Coke
after dust hours
wearing rural patience thin
I drank the sight
of mundane realities
moving across my view
lulled to exotica
by sense of steel
propelling a journey
towards
going north
east
anywhere but back
I laughed October out of Prague
Sunday out of Belfast
eternity out of Vienna
and raised a Havana dry voice
to call down heaven
or him to a dance
same words
different occasions
I drank Toulouse
under the table
blending spring clear Aqua Vera
with oak stained rouge
blending pastoral hymns
with 21st century sequencers
smattering clash
of centuries
under a purple
fading sky
casting shadows
in his face
and there
we drummed heels
to a tom tom mantra
lavished in layers
there he danced
he danced with me
I'll be with you in a normal fashion from Saturday, although I'm in Athens checking out the Olympics. But my greek buddy have good Net access. And visits Lit for the porn.

Miss you all.

I drank the sun
like milk
like ambrosia
or like fridge cold Coke
after dust hours
wearing rural patience thin
I drank the sight
of mundane realities
moving across my view
lulled to exotica
by sense of steel
propelling a journey
towards
going north
east
anywhere but back
I laughed October out of Prague
Sunday out of Belfast
eternity out of Vienna
and raised a Havana dry voice
to call down heaven
or him to a dance
same words
different occasions
I drank Toulouse
under the table
blending spring clear Aqua Vera
with oak stained rouge
blending pastoral hymns
with 21st century sequencers
smattering clash
of centuries
under a purple
fading sky
casting shadows
in his face
and there
we drummed heels
to a tom tom mantra
lavished in layers
there he danced
he danced with me