backI've written a lot this year--hope i can share it all.
much love to all you guys.
as always, comments appreciated.
love,
me
Rosy Cheeks No MoreThe cream colored wraps that bind themRosy Cheeks No More
Look as if the fibers will tear:
Thin onion sheets to give way at any given moment And the raisin contents inside will shrivel and glisten in the light.
Puckered like disease and leather, Once functioning bodies Now hug their knees in brine.
I am too wrapped in thick papyrus or cotton, A peel that mimics theirs. My sinews look tired and vacuumed. I mirror the sad wretched state of dehydration.
Vinegar and relief scuttle like Kafka beetles
Under my cloth. Deflation rather than release from my own broad layer, &
Paintbrush Pastel VaudevilleGo on, pull your antics. Let’s make our circus dips and swirls. Paintbrush dancers, Gentle creases frowning carnie eyes, Veterans of the trade.Paintbrush Pastel Vaudeville
Crazy, absurd, all glitter and lights; Disguising nostalgia. That’s theatre. The pregnant chords of alien music, Birdie flutes, With matching birdie girls, thin, flaunting, Corpses of a dead era.
It’s the familiar, don’t you hate it? But we can mask it with our sugary stench, If that’s what you want.
No matter how many young hopefuls Scream, popping their lungs like zeppelins And
How you like them apples, Eve?I listen to the sounds they speak And mull them over slowly. Hold them in the space below my tongue, Running my cracking lips along the spoken word, Rough, bitter, membrane of dry, outdated wit.How you like them apples, Eve?
Although their feelings register-- Click and bounce to turn A scholarly, analytical wheel-- My mind is set on bluebirds and Ophelia: Innocence inevitable and disregard unworthy.
Now, impatient and aler, They write me kinder-notes on simple book With blue, shifty ink born of shaky hands With grotesque ghosts Shuddering up the fingers. As light, I pri
If it worked beforeRed ecstasy, like crushed lipstick bending in on itself at the knees, creaking and needing practice. Flecked turqoise, suave reeds saying please pluck your arm off my back, thanks.If it worked before
Joy and Pain, wearing white flowy dresses, manifesting themselves
in my limbs, energy flowing into my perfect fingers; albino and shadowy.
Waving like puppets "Goodday" but never "Goodnight". Everyday before I crawl into my bed as a cat, I say a prayer of protection. It's on ripped paper, hanging above my head, pressed against the wall like insect with yellowed
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Anyway..
I just wanted to say Hello! and I hope you are doing well.
--
* * * I wish y o u
would take my Radio
to b a t h e with you
Plugged in and R e a d y to f a l l
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please reinstall your mindand press any key...
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