So here I am, still on vacation and I should be cleaning but instead I pick up every book I've ever owned and page through it...this is daunting because I have thousands of books (I am prone to exaggeration but this I'm not exaggerating). I picked up a book of Lawrence Ferlinghetti's poems (A Coney Island of the Mind) that was given to me by a guy in high school. It's pages are yellow and brittle (as this is my 10th year out of high school, I'm thinking the book has aged prematurely, because I can't be old, can I? ha ha, don't answer that). So anyways, I'm trying to think back to this guy and the funny thing is, I can't. I love these poems so much and yet the guy responsible for bringing it to me eludes me. Here's a great one (a short one) so that you too, can experience the Great Ferlinghetti:

It was a face which darkness could kill
in an instant,
a face as easily hurt
by laughter or light
"We think differently at night"
she told me once
lying back languidly
And she would quote Cocteau
"I feel there is an angel in me" she'd say
'whom I am constantly shocking'
Then she would smile and look away
light a cigarette for me
sigh and rise
and stretch
her sweet anatomy
let fall a stocking

There you go, now don't you feel cultured? I'm watching Beautiful Girls right now, great flick...great quote,"A Beautiful girl is all powerful, and that is as good as love." "Hope on high heels." What do you think it means to you?