u r pieces of stone
turned
because i am frightened by the four
shadowy
edges

here is where you are late
because it is the pale things

in the window

i gaze back at myself

truth is ivory breath

i spend all day
not
thinking

about killing

but

i think about
how i wish people would die -
just jump off
some stupid cliff or ledge
already
then i make a grumpy cat
face
to my own reflection

cut it up more:

& hang the taut
grey-framed
Atlantic

because i like my oceans -
museum-ed

my suspended traps
glinting
dark
against the invisible

finger

tip

far
away
the minutes
are like
loose
rain

the dusk gathers
in corners

38. abandonment found in a footprint' by Tasha

    wide outlandish drops
    fall in
    the softest of you
    a softness raging
    
    nah, that sounds like sex
    blushes
    lashes and Fibonacci
    
    don’t bring math into this
    to unlock the eye-key?
    
    moan bump
    sky flesh
    braille my toes
    embrace the fat
      helix   melt -
           down
    
    twirl -
    
    ing
    
    tiny
    approaches
    
    today
    the tide
    
    straight over
    
    moonfields
    
    
    < - >
    
    
    let’s code the night
    into
    a dress
    
    load roots
    breathe white
    and glow silver
    
    touch windows
    maybe even a chosen lawn
    
    frost - ha -
    a mere blankness.
    
    nothing-stump
    
    don’t trip
    love swarm,
    sink-hole,
    net bog.
    
    stab in - the - had
    ooO
    another ouzo shot!
    
    lock up
    snow pupil
    
    pelted
    
    throat trunk
    < : >
    
    keep me here
    i have a problem with the sun
    there is too much space in its noise
    
    try to balance it
    between your eyes
    and don’t fall
    
    there is rain in the moon-dust
    
    a catch-less divinity
    sent via iphones
    
    
    ...........................................................................

 

no beginning no middle no end

through the glass in the floor

wild treetops

       a snarl of fires to the east

 & just like that
we are
                                    gone

through cloud bellies

packs of holes

evacuation


and the galaxy in the ceiling
we can touch it from the recreation deck
the robot, you and i

swarming strands
twist to touch us

plaited and dangerous

as it jumps in its kite of empty balloons

as it breathes the lost air

tearing in a circle between two stars


sometimes i keep myself
in your idea
or the day closing

i dream secrets
a light-less loss

the speeding on an old road
all the time
is turned
inside out
it stretches over hidden wounds
even after you burn


 ................


 

 

 

 

 

 

so i watched this little film tonite and cried, because i have absolutely no ....

sex drive, what so ever.

MALEFICENT ~ LEVEL 77!

i get such satisfaction from the sound effects!

dIRE sTRAITS: Romeo & Juliet

DRAFT THREE by Tasha Klein mAY 13TH 2014

omg

more foil-buckets
in the bucket of hell

toe-
rings
and pilgrim thighs

the messy dance to the pill ration

then we sit on a shiny couch
with the remote
harvesting all the channels

what are you trying to be? a
fucking poem?

here’s the thing:

telephones

corners
&
blurry destinations

the fear aches in my stomach

down in the cafeteria

bones echo

empty
words
stick to paper

sometimes a nurse drifts by

[that

crushing submarine
war tide]

suspicious vermilion hair - only cloud marrow

I look at the drowsy in your eyes;
a mirror

Future Islands - "Seasons" @ Letterman 3/3/14