the lights move on
faces:sharp noses
tub eyes, the blue knocked
Out
his mouth
an accident
move, she thinks
her hair is good/real:
everything from the ocean
new. & inside her Other
mouth Sweet Candy
~*
listen, when I cut over
Again, I will write & there will be
a rainbow with everYthing Sky, chimes
that catch the wind, snowflakes will pave
the road in soft glitter -
you will come out of the dream, a burst of
coolness ..
better teeth?
your smile will be a Language, never pleading.
the rooms of your days will be smooth and uncluttered
~*
Apr 18, 2010
Apr 7, 2010
much later: saint twice in pocket
will you to my cave bed now
an absurd notion
the whole day has been absurd
i promise to cackle like jiggy red, i mean, what do i care, sitting in pablo's
no air apartment
quarry,
big lad, all woman, no gaps
maybe my heart is superstitious so go back & spell levitate
you'd algebra me if you could, drive a tracker thru
the reign of the big can
slur bag, synaptic want
cunt
volume fraud, laugh gate
sarcophagi in a well
dice order
complete crash
hilarious
an absurd notion
the whole day has been absurd
i promise to cackle like jiggy red, i mean, what do i care, sitting in pablo's
no air apartment
quarry,
big lad, all woman, no gaps
maybe my heart is superstitious so go back & spell levitate
you'd algebra me if you could, drive a tracker thru
the reign of the big can
slur bag, synaptic want
cunt
volume fraud, laugh gate
sarcophagi in a well
dice order
complete crash
hilarious
a morning in april
Nina watches the sky shift. The mural is rain. The sprinter has gone out to
flip things back:
TP
cigs
medicine for her ear
the rain does a blur dance
her head feels hot
hey.. are you watching the greys in the mural?
yup. where are u?
my eyes are in your street.
thin pluckings of brown.
clumsy
memory..
whatcha do to your hair?
nothing. it's just dirty.
heh..
a swirl-crawl of mock, dangling cushy, that's what u are, u know.
yeah. but i make you laugh. hope you get your cigs soon. take care.
Nina stares at the blank pad, heart loosened, a bird lost, noise behind the wall.
flip things back:
TP
cigs
medicine for her ear
the rain does a blur dance
her head feels hot
hey.. are you watching the greys in the mural?
yup. where are u?
my eyes are in your street.
thin pluckings of brown.
clumsy
memory..
whatcha do to your hair?
nothing. it's just dirty.
heh..
a swirl-crawl of mock, dangling cushy, that's what u are, u know.
yeah. but i make you laugh. hope you get your cigs soon. take care.
Nina stares at the blank pad, heart loosened, a bird lost, noise behind the wall.
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