Tues., Aug. 9 - 9:30p.m.
I am fighting to keep the demons at bay.
With?
Wellbutrin
AA.
Can/you/just/forgive/me/one/more/time
Mr. Yellow-
Mellow.
~
Hysteria Vid
~
Lackadaisical Loping
Beautiful Hell
all lacustrine
click your answer across the screen
make it sound like an oceanic whisper
maybe call it
Wire Strings in a Case
or
I didn't even miss her
SLOT-
candy
Stol.id
Okay. So what happened?
ulcers. esophagus & stomach
new gentle phase, K? you start.
stereophonic
playa
tube.rose
a spike
ultra violet
charge completed ~
...
I'll be gone for the next couple of days. x
Aug 10, 2011
Jul 23, 2011
your hair smells like sunshine, today & a note..
.................................................................................
note
the sky, its wide bones; a boulevard. i am painting tiny stars on a shoe. tomorrow i will découpage my tea cup , glass box , lampshade - maybe with poems, maybe not.
Jul 16, 2011
Sentimental Code
spin-bird, snap-wire! how have you been?
sober. and, i finally found the prints in the chamber. the
bug is still under a handkerchief, all the shine gone from
its inky,
spoony legs.
and in the garden, where we used to sit,
almost everything has gone to shade.
nah, hoop skirt, lace collar, kitty cat.
hoodwink, hoodoo.
-grin-
hey now, pocket-plus.
plum flush?
taxi, pixel, gotta rush!
À la prochainet..
sober. and, i finally found the prints in the chamber. the
bug is still under a handkerchief, all the shine gone from
its inky,
spoony legs.
and in the garden, where we used to sit,
almost everything has gone to shade.
nah, hoop skirt, lace collar, kitty cat.
hoodwink, hoodoo.
-grin-
hey now, pocket-plus.
plum flush?
taxi, pixel, gotta rush!
À la prochainet..
Jul 14, 2011
YOUR LINES..
strewn across my bed ~
I could be trying to sleep
under a ceiling made of
bark, branch and leaf;
freedom vents
allowing the body to finally speak -
white and
slippery
curves
twisting
like a poppy
against your dark
mouth
and
cheek
'folie de doute'
red with arrows
the night pours forth
with mad glory!
1.
-Morning-
I am sitting at the window again
a paperback face
your mouth opens
to kiss
2.
angel feathers
spotted in the smoky drift
a cameo
in last night's dream
dancing to the acoustic version of Layla
like a cause
rising and falling
falling
3.
-postcard-
from your sweetness.
your, like, and is.
your,
completely alone
I could be trying to sleep
under a ceiling made of
bark, branch and leaf;
freedom vents
allowing the body to finally speak -
white and
slippery
curves
twisting
like a poppy
against your dark
mouth
and
cheek
'folie de doute'
red with arrows
the night pours forth
with mad glory!
1.
-Morning-
I am sitting at the window again
a paperback face
your mouth opens
to kiss
2.
angel feathers
spotted in the smoky drift
a cameo
in last night's dream
dancing to the acoustic version of Layla
like a cause
rising and falling
falling
3.
-postcard-
from your sweetness.
your, like, and is.
your,
completely alone
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
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