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Issue #9 Pearl St. Mall, Boulder, Colorado August 27, 2001
featuring: Patrick Lynn, Jonathan Machen, Sanjay Rajan, Susan
Peterson, Krista Morien, Robert Power, Hal Gimpleson
photos and layout: Jonathan Machen
asian businessmen
wait outside the sushi bar
hands deep in pockets
his oblong forehead
quite a contrast to her own
circular visage
gathering a crowd,
he treats his body like gum
stretching for applause
above this brightly
lit street, the full moon holds
a quieter light
rockin live music
performers like fly paper
folks stuck on the mall
now friends
after mistaken identity
perhaps lovers?
in a gallery
scenes i know of victor
one thousand dollars
my sandals
worn and beaten with
passing summer
searching the mall
between all kinds of art
for a new pen
that same chick
still walking the mall
cell stuck to ear
one man grabs his chin
the other rocks back on his heels
both of them laughing
very inviting
this summer evening
her perked up breasts
writing in the dark
invisible haiku poet
visible to the trees
no one notices
the nights darkness which begins
just above their heads
walking after dark
part of me secretly
joins the street people
the sundown saloon
quiet but for the photos
of endless parties
after the show
when no one is looking
contortionist slumps on the curb
each year a new book
on buddhist non-attachment
wheres my plastic
walking upstream
eventually
im alone
a hit of hash
sensory overload
pearl street mall
the contortionist:
just another way of making
his body disappear?
outside banana republic
taking his sweet time
jazz takes a pee
that dude in shades
walking this summer night
thinks hes so cool
i can smell the wax
even through this pane of glass
store full of candles
are they outa body
or maybe did they walk in
borrowing bodies
asian businessmen
wait outside the sushi bar
hands deep in pockets
his oblong forehead
quite a contrast to her own
circular visage
gathering a crowd,
he treats his body like gum
stretching for applause
above this brightly
lit street, the full moon holds
a quieter light
rockin live music
performers like fly paper
folks stuck on the mall
now friends
after mistaken identity
perhaps lovers?
in a gallery
scenes i know of victor
one thousand dollars
my sandals
worn and beaten with
passing summer
searching the mall
between all kinds of art
for a new pen
that same chick
still walking the mall
cell stuck to ear
one man grabs his chin
the other rocks back on his heels
both of them laughing
very inviting
this summer evening
her perked up breasts
writing in the dark
invisible haiku poet
visible to the trees
no one notices
the nights darkness which begins
just above their heads
walking after dark
part of me secretly
joins the street people
the sundown saloon
quiet but for the photos
of endless parties
after the show
when no one is looking
contortionist slumps on the curb
each year a new book
on buddhist non-attachment
wheres my plastic
walking upstream
eventually
im alone
a hit of hash
sensory overload
pearl street mall
the contortionist:
just another way of making
his body disappear?
outside banana republic
taking his sweet time
jazz takes a pee
that dude in shades
walking this summer night
thinks hes so cool
i can smell the wax
even through this pane of glass
store full of candles
are they outa body
or maybe did they walk in
borrowing bodies
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen