now here is an example of something i have in perhaps twenty different versions many with entirely different opinions, the one i found in the garage was nowhere near the one i remember liking. so i revised it again. and will most likely continue to do so ... indefinitely. 'cause it's not done. and incidentally, i've lived in ventura for eighteen years now. and i feel totally differently about it now. but i remember in a vague way what i was trying to say, and i want it to say that, the tenth year thing. no matter how long it takes.
you know, so posting something in sixteen minutes is well, unusual. to say the least.
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now. the version here has been reworked. the old version is in the comments. the difference is ... well, one is nearly done (this one) and the other one, well, the other one sucked. not horribly, but still. this is what i meant, when i said not done -- i meant, it hadn't become this yet. big difference. trust me.
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ventura in the tenth year
time moves
at a dream's pace,
hours passing
for days as
we become
attuned to the benign
and begin blending, our
edges replaced with
soft-focus complacency,
a consistency not at all
dissimilar to the summer
sunrise, all hushed tones
whitemist and wetsand
obscuring any appearance
of controversy, here where
nothing is uneasy, where our
collective somnolence on
any one sunday is
likely to continue
long after brunch
and then go strolling
downtown, browsing,
eventually ending
spent
in a suffusion of
restful peace
in this
intimate indolence,
in this
town ten years have
shown me
is really only extremely
dreamy and very very
little else.
-(me) 1995
