wall sprites move quietly near the walls, and wait.

Nina wakes up from one of the best dreams she has ever had. The entire theme was of dinning room tables. She couldn't decide between the oval shaped blond wood that looked like old school desks of different heights pushed together or the round, dark cherry wood with all the tiny, secret drawers. Both easily seated 12. &

for the cat named, Big Bridge:

who takes me there, hands me a glass of mead?
a lock opens, dragged out organism,
red grass burnt feet. all is that didn't
to be of some old neither, was moved to Am
in My.

Top: where he's @ and what his stillness means:

beep beep .. across the screen:
slow down you are going a little crazy there and forgetting your own rule, barbarous..

'The Beautiful Lady is cardboard, the sky--where the happy lovers fly away--is tissue paper. Liquid flows from the wound of the poor abandoned lover, and the "mystics" who jabber their "theories" in chorus remain open-mouthed, become quite flat and disappear, while the author, pestered from right and left, doesn't know what to dream up to explain to the audience what has just happened.'
http://www.sovlit.com/bios/blok.html

i thought the topic was drowning?

i am struggling between fantasy & the basic,
between breaths, of nerves.


my stomach is a lost exit, how about some spaghetti and texas toast?

i realize that what i write is for the most part inaccessible and interesting to maybe one reader at the most.

highlighting:

tears, & voids.