I've tentatively decided to name this new project/ms WONDERLAND. It fits perfectly. Here are a few more rough entries. All of these are unrevised. I will revise more later.
1/22/06
My anti-hero has painful hiccups
At the end of this journey
I will become a blip
in other words in or
above the clouds.
I keep hearing Mona’s meow but she is halfway across the world.
The coffee was warm but my foot is asleep.
Does it take longer to spot or spy?
Both require my small eye.
1/24/06
It’s really
moment by
moment
what a glorious
failure
paying at-
tention is hard
2/4/06
Six days till payday and I have ten dollars left
I am keeping it cool
2/6/06
Four days till payday
I am still cool
2/7/06
Incomplete language does not truncate desire
My mother tongue is on the roof
of my mouth
This is not London
This is not Seattle
This is not Portadown
My Irish tongue wants back
I have too many tongues
This is not Ireland
This is not America
This is not England
I have an Irish cousin teaching in Seoul.
His tongue is almost my tongue.
2/9/06
This is not a school. Money rules the roost. Grades? It don’t mean a thing. GATE is being branded. The students are branded. Wonderland is branded. I speak for the brand. I will speak to mothers for the fourth time while another brand translates. The big brand wants more money. It’s for the children. There is no other place to put it. A complete tour takes 10,000 years. Swallow until the organ is gone. Even stagnant air sings.