Yogi D. made Milchreis. With almonds, cinnamon sticks. Mango chutney, too.
Sculptor J. brought Keiko along.
Floppy-limbed C. carted stereo speakers.
Keiko blew a balloon doll, lips and eyes inked in.
Felix wore it around his neck.
Crisse wrapped dates in bacon, served them hot and fried.
Steffi smoked Gauloise (Felix is not the only one).
The Boy cooked couscous. Added mint leaves. Tomato. Garlic wafting from each kernel.
Everyone blew noisemakers. Long before midnight.
Crisse purchased bottle rockets. The big kind.
Felix set them off, in his hand.
I dared light a fire-spiral. Child's play, the others said.
The doctor from China stood back, shell-shocked.
Sculptor J. burnt the bread.
Felix took his shirt off. For no apparent reason.
Alex and his girlfrend tried Bleigiessen. Every shape came out fetus-like.
A man in a hat howled.
Yogi D. drank Bionade.
The Boy and I danced fierce. Hips grinding. Eyes on fire.
Keiko stole my glasses.
A man in a hat moshed. To Nirvana.
Sculptor J. put Keiko in a cab.
Felix and Floppy-limbed C. went to a disco. Hungry for love.
Felix and Floppy-limbed C. went home. Unsated.
A man in a hat pissed the Boy off.
Bettina said good-bye. The sun was rising.
The Boy closed his curtains. So we might sleep away the day.
Now it is January 2.
I am still tired.
Had deleted your blog URL. Glad you e-mailed HNY to all. Love your writing, can't wait to buy your 1st book, and am living vicariously through your Berlin travels and love life. My husband, also a Mac addict, and as cute as Bayreuth Pete, will appreciate the renewal of young love/lust you inspired in me today. Your writing is poetic.
be well my Sag friend,
MaryBeth
Posted by: Mary Beth Augustine | January 03, 2008 at 10:08 AM
Can I see a real picture of Bayreuth Pete please?
Hey Pete,
I hope you're open to Jazz music, cause that's the best way to describe my album. No worries if not...
Lilan--
Thank you note coming, but you picked the perfect Bad Plus album (Feist is cool too!)
The wheel of death beckons, I've decided to become a circus demonic hunk. Forget drums(yawn...bor-ring...)
Posted by: micha patri | January 03, 2008 at 04:39 PM
I can just see you on that wheel, horns a-sprouting. Waaah! Pete says Feist actually has Berlin connections, did you know that? I forget the details. Of course. He is anxious to hear your CD. Perhaps this weekend. Bussis little bro! Leeler
Posted by: Lilan | January 04, 2008 at 10:05 AM
Mary Beth! I love that my love for cute Mac man inspired your love for cute Mac man. That's what it's all about, no? Not sure what "that" or "it" is, but sounds true. :-) Hurrah Sadge!
Posted by: Lilan | January 04, 2008 at 10:06 AM