Mar 12, 2011
Mar 10, 2011
Nachtmusik
You wear your red t-shirt like
my fever,
cover your eyes with sun glass..
and
drive, drive, drive.
I wake, only to find more snow has
fallen.
..
Fallen
looks
that
glitter
in
their
shells
..
Shells
&
songs. sung out loud.
spaces, roll by and by
your cursive heart.
the crunch of tires on ice.
Ice
blue. the waitress sets down our steaks. more lemon slices in a plastic cup.
your phone vibrates on the table. tattered cherubs stuck on the wall.
my fever,
cover your eyes with sun glass..
and
drive, drive, drive.
I wake, only to find more snow has
fallen.
..
Fallen
looks
that
glitter
in
their
shells
..
Shells
&
songs. sung out loud.
spaces, roll by and by
your cursive heart.
the crunch of tires on ice.
Ice
blue. the waitress sets down our steaks. more lemon slices in a plastic cup.
your phone vibrates on the table. tattered cherubs stuck on the wall.
Feb 25, 2011
Jan 31, 2011
and she did..
she did see him again and it was odd because on that day she had baked a hen with ooddles of onions and garlic. (she threw the neck & gizzards out.) and the sun was only a white smidge of a smudge. and she was glad she had worn her navy blue, v-neck, Par Four, acrylic sweater, (made in the usa.) .. it was a sort of soft and warm hug that he could not give her, for he had no arms in this place.
Dec 19, 2010
UV but no cigs
honey bunches of oats ~
spring in winter ~
I hold on to your lip gloss.
I hold on
to
what is you:
light
in the most
un·ex·pect·ed
.
you are a frame
a flame
a color not of smoke
.
spring in winter ~
I hold on to your lip gloss.
I hold on
to
what is you:
light
in the most
un·ex·pect·ed
.
you are a frame
a flame
a color not of smoke
.
Nov 1, 2010
when have I not loved you
(11/01/10 01:21:53)
I have loved you forever - loved you like the moon's soft, silver, leaves - like art, exotic & sightless or rain - wet and glistening on Nina's window pane. I have loved you through your calculated phrases to potential lovers dash or mothers. I have followed you from alleys to mattresses to castles rich with gold and surrounded by snow. I have loved you for a million years. Loved you in gardens, in fountains - loved you through thick and thin. Loved you like a favorite song - like velvet, like cotton - like bare skin. Loved you like a grand piano, like a victorian portrait, framed in silky webs. Loved you when I was a cloud and you were a tree. Loved you when you said, 'I won't judge.' & 'Don't wait for me.' I have loved you in my darkest hour - held the grace of you in my dreams. I have loved you like a white swan in a dark cave - an endearing sonnet, leather and lace. I have loved you like pearls and pearls of skies & eyes - even the shifting of lanes. Love you like Mardi Gras - fog & ghosts. Loved you like the smell of long-ago trains. I have loved you in Paris & Rome - on balconies held up by angels on two legged toes. Loved you like a centipede, a turtle, a troll. I have loved you like falling and being caught - like a roller coaster, like a sling-shot. Loved you in smoky dimensions, barefoot and empty. . loved you - love you.
I have loved you forever - loved you like the moon's soft, silver, leaves - like art, exotic & sightless or rain - wet and glistening on Nina's window pane. I have loved you through your calculated phrases to potential lovers dash or mothers. I have followed you from alleys to mattresses to castles rich with gold and surrounded by snow. I have loved you for a million years. Loved you in gardens, in fountains - loved you through thick and thin. Loved you like a favorite song - like velvet, like cotton - like bare skin. Loved you like a grand piano, like a victorian portrait, framed in silky webs. Loved you when I was a cloud and you were a tree. Loved you when you said, 'I won't judge.' & 'Don't wait for me.' I have loved you in my darkest hour - held the grace of you in my dreams. I have loved you like a white swan in a dark cave - an endearing sonnet, leather and lace. I have loved you like pearls and pearls of skies & eyes - even the shifting of lanes. Love you like Mardi Gras - fog & ghosts. Loved you like the smell of long-ago trains. I have loved you in Paris & Rome - on balconies held up by angels on two legged toes. Loved you like a centipede, a turtle, a troll. I have loved you like falling and being caught - like a roller coaster, like a sling-shot. Loved you in smoky dimensions, barefoot and empty. . loved you - love you.
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