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. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
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. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.