hello, spring:

i fondle you & i kiss him

pocket your flying colors

your sunny composer voices
so tran,quil,iz,ing
is suddenly drummed up
fat and full of gnome gardens, a reckless soil
turning

my april heart of not-beats

a fuzzy collage of:
tiny pink ribbons
worms
a tulip
so
lilac dusted yet pearly

ha, you forgot the robin.. and your eyes are kites in the sky, my love, my sweetness, my endless bliss. your code is always hit & miss.

my code is on your lips!

maybe.. until i burn it off with my next cig. nah.. i'll plant a tree for you and water it with some shiraz.. paint a chicken embryo, send it to you like a yummy chocolate bunny.. take the car to the car wash & and not feel like such a winter mummy.

alrighty and just so you know, the embryo i will keep safe with the rainbow..
maybe bend it back
into a straight line
or send it to the echoes.

aw girl, don't be putting no salt in my game. you know i love you and you drive me insane like the winds that drag red souls --- green stretching against the spines of displaced moles and beyond this..

yes.. do go on.this is much better than the chicken.

..Okay..
i'll sketch into your hair:
the sparkle of a million diamonds
the most delicate iris, fragile and fair.
dearest blue heart, my ship, my tender rain mouth, my terrible plum.




~~~

betwixt 2 places..

in the slowly.

when we get there
he will remove his mad hat

then

lock us in the
god box.

is that BOX6?

yes, the scariest one.

how will we escape?

not sure yet.

Strung Together

ringing through reason aisle)
the phone, .

please bring vodka home

war
flop
ing

what the fuck - are u drunk already?!

no, just in the shoulder of the cap. and people, they are letters, extending into picture stretched hands
every lamp post a soft swallow

i'll pick you up some chocolate.

/click\

minutes later * home
face & stranger in the chair. time locked.
lagged sun spasm.
my only eye clamp: narrow hips. tiny tree feet wrapped in tiny crashes.

he kisses the long december of her back, her mixed-up, hyper hair, half light , half black.

the ice turns to fog turns to trembling:
did you mean to say, humping?

no. not at all.. closed eyes heavy with THAT
look . touches propped prop.

edit

this show/hide version of somehow-shadows, ceiling shots

get back to the stretched hands

i kiss yours

try to focus, ok? shows teeth.. moves
heart to new heat. .

later he puts a tiny gold sticker of a lost shell on her slender shoulder

there are some missing parts to the story like the still point
when there was only silence

how when she forgot him her lines started to disappear




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electric eel

s my butt doing that thing? the turning to stick to it ness. ]him: a Reply
Connection

o our little Demoral.

"So you rambles about lace cigs.
Report o landscape. The peripheral grey scale tired. close eyes heavy with that
Look up * send Recent Posts
o o Post
the window. room Clogged With the door
see the clumsy I've become * Quote
Del
o Invite
o o and in bed usually you come more, with pinches to hide

a photograph:
Face-down

"We'll watch or needle with self-conscious
cool.
accent Message jiggle
left-over breasts

propping light
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under darkhair,Somehow
shadows .
black eyes

ceiling shots

nightstand hat . a Show/Hide vision. head." open to here. satisfied
crumpled

tucked lips strum to hum, my simulated tingle *

just a little pinprick..

Nina feels her thoughts being autosaved.
get out and get what u can while your dad is at home sleeping
no one can see u in your sweet dreams, the house is cold.

In the garden of lost time..

Nina finds the little gifts he left:

a tiny crystal snowflake
the red heart-crush in the shallow pond
dandelion tufts
stolen pyramid light

*

i didn't mean to make you sad.
check the lock on the fence..

*

a key that only recognizes her hands

*

and next to the tree where the darkness ends..

*

wrapped in kelp, a lilac colored sea shell filled with all the sounds of the ocean


*

turn it over, the songs change

*

Nina does and hears a sound that only a together-star can make:
a spinning swishing sound mixed with static, piano & the happy laughter of two small children..

*

spooling.



&*&

Nina Feels Leaden Yet Unusually Deep

kept bound in her calendar:

a childhood that sometimes pours
into
liquid time

hearts spun
in a sleepless dive

the surge of mind strings
useless wings
a wobble
the slight bounce of darkness

a pageless
gray
pause

garbled signals
waving like flags

fingerprints