wind, blow that other way

my room
mate
is naked
in the other room
completely
with a camera
in front of her

i interrupt
for a quick lifetime
for a smoke
and steal
a lighter
from the set

today is an extra
terrestrial day.
i was worn like a Day
and psychic-lady
from the Arms Forces, Global Unit
sits in front of me
on the bus
and looks.
she says of the crippled woman
who just took her exit: what a lovely
and proceeds: everyone's getting in tune
it's like a dance, a jive,
and everyone will pick up.

a small asain mother with
a bouquet of flowers speaks up, too,
laughing and joking unless we all have two
left feet.

i smile
i gleam
i know she sees me
i have bright colours on
and a oversized symbol of peace
embroidered into my bag.

i carry myself in peace

at least at this most pictorial situation.

she introduces herself to the driver, and walks off
at the same time i do
in her badges and uniform
and bohemian accessories
bleached hair zipped back
heavy, hard, jaw line.
heavy, hard, voice.

i am blown away.
i am on my way
to pick up my passport.
i am purely intoxicated
with the magic herb and
this is an extra
terrestrial day.

my roomate is naked in the other room
she's posing for kicks.
she has a yin-yang of good and bad circling her
i am in this next room
reflecting on my afternoon so far.

2:37 pm: i sign off and go back to collect
my laundry
at the soapmat.