04.03.08
sulane - the chapter in tulsa, pt1
earson: loons .. canadian geese .. spring winds, the drip of water
eyeson: skeletal trees with new growth
thoughton: please let this day END
in tulsa the trail turned cold, she'd lost her sense of direction. she leaned against the bike's seat, helmet gleaming under her blackleather elbow .. smoking a cigarette and peering down the street, a dog-eared romance novel the diner girl had given her peeking from one of her saddlebags.
portion of her pined for canvas and she -did- think about that old, grey part of the city she'd left at her back. of hedley, who'd since moved out and was god knows where taking pictures of things that were broken .. the girl had disappeared too, the one with the great tealeaf eyes .. and because sulane's general disposition was to go where she wanted when she pleased, her present inclination was to get back on the bike and ride out back to the dirty streets.
when she finished her cigarette, she stubbed it out against a lamp post with a poster for a local band masking taped to the side. it drew up her gaze and she squinted at it, reading the name of the joint, the band, the address, time .. the poster was printed cheaply, in its center a boy in a cock-eyed bowler hat no older than eight .. wifebeater, suspenders, and a JD bottle wedged between two small fingers. his eyes were lost in pits of shadow .. short, dark hair and a skeletal bird's throat .. the details might have been photoshopped in, but the effect was striking.
it was then that she decided to stay the night in tulsa, somewhere mid-town. climbed aboard the low rider and eased into the street, wondering more about the artist who'd created the whiskey swilling child than the band.
written at 12:38 p.m.
