hello, my patchouli.ed, ethereal-enchantment.my emerald

.symphony, Hello!

I have to walk a mile to connect to your realm. cuz I live here, now -





Face Hook is like a city, too crowded & busy. I only go when I get a personal message.

moonshadow - cat stevens

thursday aug 11

a m


The Idyllic Routine

Bad verses; tokens of my affection
written while drinking mineral water
as deer gambole across the lawn

where are you? still nestled deep within a dream?

... and when the tempest shakes the wave
:) i was stringing patterns of rain into a
necklace just for you, my flame-stitch ...

*yellow*coldplay*


still-gaze

space-dyed

verve

so where were, YOU, 'for a few days'?

i was here.




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wed aug 10

stopgap

so, talk. i'll be here forever in this time
less dribble. one word from you and i am fine.

weightless

eternity is in

in this tiny little bubble.

i can almost see the soundless rim of your hat.

you are a musician, you can transform discarded bits of
this and that

fringed bangs, pom-poms and shiny pendants

or just cut up a solid

propel the turquoise, Amelia ~ you billowy bou
doir of sumptuous softness!

why do you talk to that polyester-fill?

because she is a working sidelight. hey, what are you going to call this?

'LESS'

LOL excellence is not synonymous with perfection

did i tell you that i stopped smoking?

no. but good for you.

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Just2BClose2U-'no sugar tonite, no sugar to help me rhyme'

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

your hair smells like sunshine, today & a note..

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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.

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..

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

Get Un dressed & dance the ghost with me. www.the-sisters-of-mercy.com/