5.29.2009

i reached down

to open my backpack zipper and there was a wetness unlike when i usually open my backpack zipper. on my fingers was a goobely googer - it was gooey but not sticky and green-black like rotten spinach.



unclear as to how this got on my zipper, was it an indication of the swine? EWGROSS i said to the googer and then wiped it off on some brown paper (i was in the 14th street subway station, there is no reliable place to wash except in the track puddles) just then the train came, but it was not mine. but from the train emerged lou reed(s sister) - a woman that looked not so much like herself but like lou reed. i was so taken with the lou reedman that i followed her up the stairs with my eyes, just in time to see the ball of human hair float downward from the staircase, down down, onto another woman's face



this was not your average ball of human hair, no, this was a compilation of all human hair from every human in the subway that was tangled like a tumbleweed and floating on the train-winds. the woman looked surprised when something gently brushed her face but she did not see what it was. and that is. worse than a goobley.