Aug 16, 2011
Aug 14, 2011
hello, my patchouli.ed, ethereal-enchantment.my emerald
Aug 13, 2011
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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Aug 10, 2011
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
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
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
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