Saturday Night on “The Drive”

October 31/November 1, 1997.

PASSING A DARK

CHOCOLATE DIPPED

GINGER SPEAR PAST

MY LIPS, I INHALE

THE MYSTERIOUS

PERFUME OF CIGAR

SMOKE.  IT GIVES A

RICH & EXOTIC FLAVOUR

TO THE SUGARY

CHOCOLATE PASSING

BETWEEN MY LIPS

AND TEETH.

UP ANOTHER GROOVY

BLOCK, A NON-

INDIVIDUAL CON-

CENTRATES HARD

OVER A SMALL CRUMB

OF COCAINE.  ROCK,

SO MINISCULE, KNIFE

OVERPOWERS, BEADS

OF SWEAT FROZEN

ABOVE BROW, NOW!

TOO HARD AND IT WILL

SKID INTO FINITE

SPACE, REALITY

STOPPED TOO SMALL

TO MAKE A DIFFER-

ENCE, TOO INSIGNIFICANT

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UP ANOTHER CHAOTIC

BLOCK, NOISE FUELS

THE SPACE, FILLS THE

HEAD.  T.V. SATELLITE,

BOOMING JUNKERS,

VOICES, LOUD.  ALL

TONES, ALL PITCHES,

LANGUAGES, MENTALITIES

EMOTIONS, DRAMA,

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I’M IN A MOVIE,

SILENT CAMERAS.

FILMING NEVER

CEASES, FILLS EACH

NERVE, EVERY BRAIN

CELL, COMPLETING

SENSES.

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

SHOUTING, THE

GLOBE REVEALS

ITSELF ON 5 SCREENS

PLAYING SIMULTANEOUSLY

INCESSANTLY,

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

SEARCH FOR SIGNIFICANCE.

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PIERCING SHRIEKS,

PIERCING EARS,

PIERCING NOSES, NOISES

AND ALL OTHER

BODY PARTS.  TATTOO

YOU.

SHARP PENETRATION

OF MEN’S COLOGNE

ADAMANTLY AND

REPEATEDLY,

VOCALLY

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

SUDDENLY,

HE CAME!

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

FUSING BEAUTY

& HEAVY METAL

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MESHING

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

“Box Camera”

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We all crave a little color in our lives whether it comes in the form of hues, encounters, explorations, or dreams.

From a previous dream:

…Now I took the man around the corner to point out the window with cobalt to ask him if he’d give me permission to photograph the stunning beauty of negative pattern to positive pieces captured in this window.

He gave me a box camera with a long strap with chain link clinking next to the body.  His brother didn’t agree with his generosity but he insisted I take it.

Picture your dreams.

Discarded dreams become poetry.

Night writing will lead you to the light in your soul.

Copyright © 2002 Nicole Rigets Journal