It was one of those days 
it was Saturday, no Sunday 
walked the upper West side 
but this time feeling very fine
stack steam streaming 
from portholes in the street
giant jingle bells 
spy  the unlit Rockefeller Center Christmas tree
Saturday night fever strut
relaxing back on the axis
clock time hours past midnight 
and I don't care
if dawn beats me to the door 
only to be found standing naked 
listening to water raining over lyrical jibber jabber 
nothing else matters 
with exception to  empty drunk stomach's  
meet at  mama's inn  
the distinguished friend 
outfitted  in jeans, turtle neck a wrapped shawl 
mirrored gentlemen jeans, Pendleton spitting out an merino ascot 
let's eat, be happy with our behavior
feast bowl of oat's 
topped strawberries, blackberries, drizzle honey cream 
potatoes pancake dalloped  applesauce 
one mug of coffee , one cup of coffee
please hold the progression of this day
there would be more to come
plenty of wine heterogeneous abaca 
saddling aside 
sliding a boney arm across hipbone 
a Sunday, Sunday kind of day 
there was runs to be made 
accessing the PH
once locked into his world 
"kiss me."
perfecto!  drinks please . .. . 
canvas rare Copenhagen, original Piccaso's 
darlings strewn about
mad definition of purposeful clutter 
the white room intensely lit
she straddle one leg 
falling into his thigh
thump upon a baron 
knotted cabal  
stereophonic sounds Billie singing  "My Yiddishe Mama."
one dark paranoia 
kept eying the door 
quick move slight of noise
satisfied answering her queries 
no worry; we read Celine 
pouring profusely over button accessory 
drooling rage of wild laughter
improvising, reenacting vivid imagery 
entrust book 
as gift to a writer worth the salt
yes, yes dear one . .. . 
fondle his hydroponic hands 
 
subsequent steps akin to Siamese twins
"down for a ride."
drop to the other side
hang muse Gumi
his anatomizing anomaly of body head, hydro red
master  kush, kush kush, bud and bubba 
a serious strain of sour diesel and purple haze
just another Sunday, Sunday kind of day 
 © 2011 Lepadah
A Sunday, Sunday Kind of Day
   From: kingbey (kingbey)
   Last Visit: 12:14 PM
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   To: lepadahxxx
   Posted: Nov 23 11 10:45 AM
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You go to the most fun places, and hang out with the coolest crowd, this walk was as much fun as the slow ride,  you always got good music, food and refreshments, my belly is full, and I'm feelin good, and had fun wathcing you and your crowd,  nice piece Lepadah.
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From: 68degrees (68degrees)
Last Visit: Nov-27
To: lepadahxxx
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Posted: Nov 23 11 09:36 PM
Message: 
I spent six weeks in Manhattan a number of years ago. Used to walk on the West side from 120th down to Staten Island Ferry almost every day, sometimes twice a day.
I was there again after reading this. Thank you.
68degrees
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