PAUL PREISS

NAPKIN

2009-01-13T18:39:00.000-08:00

Napkin with scribbles.
Do I know you?
At that moment, you were the gatekeeper between my mind and pen.

We have a connection that is physical, mental, and sexual. You stimulated me when boredom was the clear and simple choice. To discard would be simple.

You are better than that. The pocket could be your escape to future happiness. You could be the life of the party.

You could be the torch to my fire.

You could be the remedy to my runny nose. Napkin with scribbles, I respect you. Thank you for your blank state of mind.

You will be coming with me and you will like it.

EYELASHES

2009-01-13T18:24:00.000-08:00

Eyelashes are long.
They look as though they are the diving board on the edge of the soul… inviting me to dive in.
Does she know?
They stare at me.
The eyelid opens and I see the color of earth combined with love.
Something tells me that the way she looks at me is unique.
She licks her lips.
She rests soft fabric to her beautiful cheek.
She does not realize her beauty.
I love her.
The eyelashes extend a loving invitation. There is no reason to rsvp because what we have does not merit confirmation.
The eyelashes flutter when she is engaged in turmoil…

I love it.

TURMOIL

2009-01-13T18:23:00.000-08:00

Eyeballs fade to obscurity as the dark night engulfs the light ridden cabin.
Thoughts become opaque.
Vision becomes a mochary.
You sit up. Trying to make your way to crooked smile soaked memories.
You smell the perspiration on anxiety-riddened passengers.
What’s happening is absurd.
The noise of wind encompasses the eardrums like taking the 400-meter plunge in Queenstown.
Thought process is like a hamster running frantically without a wheel… that is a cruel mistake.
The toes are virgins to the cold floor.
You don’t trust your feet.
You don’t trust the cabin.
You don’t trust your subconscious mind that tells you to continue to walk forward.
Slowly you fall.
Out of your peripheral you see lips curved upward.
It is a man with his hair receding.
He is laughing at our slow fall to nothingness.
Eye contact is had.
Thoughts are processed.
He wins.

little mexican

2007-10-27T11:12:00.001-07:00

Little Mexican why do your eyes mirror the floor before each step?

Little Mexican why do you live a day exhausting yourself trying to go unnoticed?

Little Mexican you have work ethics like no other… take a minute to be proud and stand in this arena we call the united states and declare your name for all to hear. Create an echo bouncing off the eardrums of those that fail to acknowledge.

Little Mexican… you are not so little.

avocado

2007-10-27T11:10:00.000-07:00

Noises hit my eardrums as I acquire a caffeine anxiety moment. I feel very agitated, very alone. I’m wanting an avocado to eat.

The baby cries, the travelers clip their bags as they observe the surrounding with virgin eyes. I’m wanting an avocado to eat.

I am anticipating my jaunt to the beach as I explode on a journey to this new bookstore. Jim Morrison used to live here… come on baby light my fire. I’m wanting an avocado to eat.

The parent refuses the child’s request to carry her. How the parent should always cherish wanted affection… it will soon end. I’m wanting an avocado to eat.

I’ve got this fuckin phone attached to my extended fingers. Fuck it I think… loan after loan… ha ha where does this wave take me? I’m wanting an avocado to eat.

They are so fresh in California.

Venice coffee shop
12.27.06

back

2007-10-27T11:09:00.000-07:00

Confusion followed by the unsettling feeling of fate.

Traveling is fucked up… missing your home love, encountering foreign love. Great to experience as much as possible, yet, the more you end up seeing the more you end up wanting. It really ends up rattling the head.

This game of life is forever tearing on the soul. Stimulus coming from so many directions, where to go and for how long… what to do?

Who cares?

confusion

2007-10-27T11:08:00.002-07:00

Confusion straight ahead. No crinkle in the brow but whirlwinds around. On her way to page 6 and party pixs. On her way home for reality and love. Love provided and given. Holiday season spent in the surroundings that the past remembers as the only option. A warm feeling of belongingness and familiararity waits. She’s peaceful as she sits… she truly hasn’t been tainted by her surroundings.

I look out the window and see Gerrit staring at me with a camel hanging form his mouth.

What to do? What to do? Itching to leave… what to do?

East village
11.20.05

emotions

2007-10-27T11:08:00.001-07:00

MY HEAD IS LIKE A BOTTLE FLOATING IN A TURBULENT SEA. UNCONSISTANT THOUGHTS FLOOD MY BRAIN.

MUDSLIDE…FROM NO COMFORT AND EXCITEABILITY TO COMFORT AND PREDICTABILITY.

WONDERING… HOW DO I WALK THE FENCE BETWEEN THE TWO WITHOUT HURTING MYSELF OR ANYONE ELSE? THAT’S PROBABLY THE FUCKIN QUESTION OF A LIFETIME.

EXTREME… LIFE TO THE LIMITS, NO EXCUSES, AND GOING BALLS OUT WITH EVERY CHANCE THROWN MY WAY. TAKING OPPORTUNITY AND SQUEEZING IT DRY WITH EVERY TUG.

LIFE HAS SO MANY QUESTIONS. SHIT! WHEN IM “OLD” I WILL BE OUT OF QUESTIONS AND UNABLE TO OFFER ANSWERS.

I COULD USE A DRINK

german

2007-10-27T11:07:00.000-07:00

Round people everywhere. They all seem to be happy with life. From laborers to doctors, respect is plentiful and smiles abundant. The faces are far from being carved outta magazines… but it is inner beauty that I recognize here

I can learn here

Munich
9.29.05

love

2007-10-27T11:04:00.002-07:00

love is thinking about one person endlessly. Be it morning day or night. Imagining that person’s face filled with happiness… her face aboard your chest for a drool-filled flight of happiness. Allowing someone to enter your thought process in regards to every circumstance.

She warms a room with her sincere excitement for the small things in life. She is that person you cannot wait to tell good news to because she turns it into terrific news with her unmatched enthusiasm.

page 6

2007-10-27T11:04:00.001-07:00

Sunday…
sittin in the sun. Page 6 at the forefront with rae rae at the helm. They did this, that, and the other thing. They wore this, fucked him, and backstabbed her. NYC is the city of consumption in more ways than one, being a consumer along with being consumed.

NYC
4.17.05

watchin

2007-10-27T11:03:00.000-07:00

Sun roasts the side of my face, listening in on surrounding conversations. Crazy bird man makes his way. Burger king man asks if I have something he can scrape his crack pipe with.

These days of solitude where all I do is walk the city are a reminder of my simplicity. To some it’s a wasted day, to me it adds to my passion of becoming a living walking mixture of my environment and my people.

Cleavage, fashion, and flesh surround my peripheral. I aint complainin. People watchin is an amazing treat. It is better than the movie theatre watching all of these benchwarmers in the game of life.

I enjoy my own company.

Union square
8.24.05

people

2007-10-27T11:02:00.000-07:00

People watching…

chillin , glaring out the window, empire state building in the back drop along with a beautiful sun drenched day. The skateboard serves as my transportation today. On my mission of fulfilling every second of my day with exposed senses and new found intellect

11.18.04

plane ride

2007-10-27T11:01:00.000-07:00

Detroit equals destination. Laughter and good times waits on deck. Glass of merlot down the hatch and cooper on the whim. Sunny skies engulf the cabin and love sits to my left. Us weekly pollutes her mind and merlot widens my horizons.

Been awhile since I wrote… juices have been stagnant. Barcelona chill house drowns my psyche and allows for relaxation and starvation, hungry for travels and stimulation. Everyone on this flight has a path not just a destination. My path is to be self enlightened and tolerant toward all walks of life. You only live once so try everything twice…

Have fun.

Plane
8.5.05

scared

2007-10-27T11:00:00.002-07:00

I am scared. For the future and the present. I am a realist. Therefore, I feel it. I know it. And I hate it.

Drinking more, thinking more and crying more. Here for hugs, yet miles refuse to cooperate.

Everything happens for a reason.

?

silence

2007-10-27T11:00:00.001-07:00

Silence is a stranger to my east village solitude.

Silence is underrated and over exploited.

Silence is the absence of absence-minded vehicles that are determined to flex the muscle of their horn as much as possible.

East village
8.28.05

sunshine

2007-10-27T10:59:00.000-07:00

Three days passed with no sun lines on the wall. Waking up with dull excitement and open the shades to no avail. Wipe the dust from my sunglasses and throw on a hoody.

Flashback to the taste of beer in my mouth combined with sun on my face… sandals on my feet with sand in my toes… tan on my skin with no shirt on my back.

Wondering…is city life worth it? Is the juice worth the squeeze? I stay focused and hold on for dear life. Yet, what makes me content is the beach.

Confused…am I doing this for the right reasons? Suppose the best answer to an open-ended question is shut up and go day by day with a smile.

smoking scholar

2007-10-27T10:57:00.000-07:00

He sits there…

He sits there with a pony to the back and a cherry to his mouth. He inhales, he exhales. He pry’s his intellectualism on an innocent bystander, she pretends to listen.

He sits there…

Second cherry… inhale, exhale. His legs are crossed, accent unrecognizable. Birkenstocks caress the soft feet. Bracelets and finger jewelry engulf the privileged hands.

He sits there…

He squints as he observes. One can only imagine he has already cured cancer in the time I’ve written this.

He sits there…

Smoking scholar tell me the answer… smoking scholar tell me why you take yourself so seriously. Smoking scholar take a fresh breathe and let me enlighten you on what I believe to be important but first… close your eyes.

He lies there…

Washington square park
7.30.06.

the flower dress

2007-10-27T10:44:00.000-07:00

What is it about this dress? It is vintage yet caresses the butt like a fresh bikini bottom departing the water at a sun drenched beach.

The cleavage is slyly exposed to the eye… drawing my attention and curiosity. The wind blows the fabric the hair brushes the shoulders.

What is it about the flower dress? The skin is exposed beyond the knee the arms are glistening in the sun as she takes a sip of her wine. The innocence within is further exaggerated by the beautiful flower dress. What is it about the flower dress?

So many women attempt this unknown mystery yet, few pull of the desired aroma surrounding this image… imagine the wind, sun, music, imagine the hand crawling down the back and caressing the curvature of the unknown beneath the flower dress…

What is it about the flower dress?

TELL ME!!

Washington square park
7.30.06