·:[ Stephen Vincent ]:·
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In her youth she, too, was a tireless dancer, street strutter, the menacing queen. A shoe for each part, she could play the sweetest of lovers, the jilter, the traitor, the lover of three; a hip-swinging, round ass tantilizer, the bored, gone-to-hell mother, blow-it-all-out on the town in one, singular night. The ultimate tease, dare by night for you - night walker - to risk what you please.

Don’t let the shadows deceive - by day, I have seen them. She has green jewels on her toes, tourquoise blue leather straps, copper driven rivets, lavender velvet laces, chocolate and dark leathers mounted up to her knees; high heels and low heels, no heels at all. Red ruby bracelets brocade her ankles. One risks ones eye to love what charms. Embrace nothing, embrace all.

October night in the Mission. Days of the Dead loom. Who is he? A ghost who loved to once “hang” on this street. How did he get here? Did he come through that side door? Is he of mine?
A father dead this spring past, a brother the previous. Neither had a cell phone. Would either still talk? What would I or you be told? Intimations of the future, the past? Unbalanced scores? An inequilibrium to be settled?
Or is this skull just a little vision into a parallel universe where things go on not much different. People chatting constantly. Maybe this is a new addition. The gods on the other side have rigged everyone up with play pretend cell-phones. Something to provide the living dead with some pleasure. “Hello, hello, this is your brother. This is your father.”
Lots of luck, charmers. You dance with my eye. You dance with my love.
You dance on an absolute zero. You who break, charm, embrace the heart.
Welcome back. Good bye. Come again. All month.

Curious the way in which the marvelous, diamond-bright factuality of a spider web has been conceptually morphed into this thing we call the “World Wide Web” - which is something that is really not a thing in any literal, or tangible sense. The “www” - I think - is considered a “program” or a “system” and one that is made up of abstract components built for communicative use. It’s literally impossibe - as far as I know - to touch “www” or going swiming in it, or take your friends there on a walk. The “www” is here and then not. Indeed it might - on a metaphoric level - do certain things comparable to a spider web. For example, it’s various communicative threads may be opened up and used to entrap one in a scheme in which a bank account is devoured (such as mine was, recently).
I suspect, however, the “World Wide Web” is a little like ones lap. When you sit down, it’s there. When you stand up, it’s gone.
It was a nice surprise, in fact, an absolute delight, to run into the real thing - this actual web - on the street this morning. One of those sweet, incidental gifts - entrapping both eye and camera. This text entry, even! What better delight than the delight of the tangible, “the real.”
And yet, this - both image and text - are brought to us by the other “web”.
Hopefully, a delight to you as well!