NOVEMBER2,2007CEDAYOFTHEDEAD

It's niht, ghosts alive on the stero in the kitchen. the house is empty excep me, unless there's sombebody sleepig in one of the dark rooms, but by now they might as well be awake, spooked too.
Tonight Leigh and I went to Garfield Park in the mission to look at the shrines and extend ourselves toward the air w our heels, watching faces and fingers jump up and crawl out of candles and cages with things like "shut down guantanamo" and Guillermo sure loved his marinated pork and may other beautiful and darkened things as hundreds of paper candle bag cutouts and foil-covered crosses and crossings and white, maypole swinging skeletons playing accordion and singing in spanish. i watched artists swing and balance from looped trapeses and black webby cacoons before this in berkeley, ca, lad of aerial acrobats in tights w peacock feathers.
The street and its liquor are the scaries things tonight, but only bc the;re full of real skeletons and skeleton's brides. Lots of lace and beachwood and runnin not just in them stockins.
Faced w/ yearbook photos of Giullermo and his navy posse or neighborhood posse make me spooked worse looking at the powerlines with the breathing of a piece of the sage cloud and stilted bone collections. "look, it's the skeleton of the mustache.." Im a dead man because i was toched by a fairy girl with a plastic hand on a pole. "YOU'RE DEAD!" ".n.o..w...youre dead." We scurried just out of reach but both with real screams of escape and joyful fright. A dead man already, surrounded by white faces and neighbors and former neighbors..thank g-d the bathroom line is too long for considering.
Spooked: by so many memories hammered and squished as candle bottoms muddied by so much human traffic, all at once and herded towards the dead that rule everyday so much and can today step up and prove it.
dead ones proved themselves all over my every surface. i sent wide eyes every direction and got only bony smiles and eye sockets.