fuck the weird and give us a kiss.

sometimes stardust needs to be scattered.

don't fret,
you'll(only) miss my city saunter.
lawd knows how you love the sway
and the pollution and
the sweet sweat
dancing
amongst
my
hips.

i got out specially.
‘tits been so long-
so long darlin', that i had to cut my hair.

waiting,
waiting

always waiting.
up.

down.

or around the way.
wait on waiting.
meditate on motion.
no number.
no next on line.
wait-

useless and useful are nothing more than a game of letters

a correspondence consisting
of nothing
wondering and wandering?
this past fossil of us
frozen in fuscia ink

As distant as a faded Polaroid.

If you'd ever
find the time to prowl around
i've got things to show an eager mind
wrapped in the civil intercourse of discourse
without discord.
turn left,
then right,
and left again,
until the garden beckons and the words come to life
and fall upon you like a brick,
and curves in the road at a right angle are still magical.

the despised coaster is rattling on its tracks;
I've been given fair notice by the ticket taker.
soon the "all aboard " announcement will sound.
my sense and stability have been packed in a carpet bag and preemptively stored.
i've no other option than to climb aboard;

whistling
love, to you.
now heard unspoken
like a groove without a needle
skipping the time in-between

a sunrise
is not the only thing that relies on vermillion armor;
our overture, a gang of sustained anxious strings
frayed, without breaking.

The sister of Time,
(I have been)
the glue that binds
fractured,
(a destiny unfulfilled in a melody)
fractions upon fractions,

I am bound.

navigating seasons and senses

On mists in idleness—to let fair things

Pass by unheeded (John Keats) to the fingers tracing the topography of our bodies each breath is an aftershock that alters the terrain. this moment has edges. unlike the punctuating pause in between i love and you. where we fall. exhaling  amidst the impossible dream. to sleep among the tremors. (madness is a flame that our souls write upon) heat. the sound of moisture weighed down. the taste of salt and woodsmoke upon your neck. the sight of calm in a windswept leaf. the touch of an embers resting embrace. the scent is mourning. (never is the place you'll find silence) this illusion comfort. the sight of an other's dark house is the same. the taste of love is sweet, and crumbles. the touch is wakeful under the cover of an early dusk. the scent of a warm door closing. the sound of a deafening wind that moans alone. a reminder: each breath is an aftershock each aftershock an embrace each embrace endless.

the backlog, post writers block and fragments...or, ouch my brain just purged

*Spring/Summer*


1.
to unsex time

like the slow eruption of lovers
knitted in space
                and tangledlimbs
     
     languid

in the morning sun.
with diamonds for blankets
in the grass.

(with the memory of)

the other night.
laying in bed, below the crook of your arm.
looking up.
   in that moment,
    between awake and asleep
      i cast practical mysticism aside.
    believing completely i've looked upon you
   in the moonlight
since learning to see.

2.
the river that loses its name when it joins the sea-
the kiss that is the doorway resting  upon the threshold of truth;
opening to loves parlor and uncomfortable chairs.

3.
soil in my eyes
watering transplants with tears.

thinning seedlings is playing god.

4.
jostle jostle with a spoon
the sun on our backs and the moon on our faces.
i refuse to hold your hand as we sew
the seeds
of
forget-
me-
nots
amidst the fierce flames of spring.

when we lept like beasts
possessing the powers of a seas tempest
wearing a disguise of prettiness in the afternoon.

*seasons change before the calender exposes a new month*

4.
never
is how long i have not loved you.

thank you
is the preserves sealed, unspoken upon the shelf.

5.
the art of physical cartography

to the fingers learning the topography of a body
each breath
is a terrain altering
a f t e r s h o c k.

this is a moment
(tAkE hEeD)

this moment has edges.
unlike the sound of a pause
between
i love
and
you
falling into the space of an exhaling cushion
and the impossible dream;
daring to sleep among the waves.

6.
*obliquely*

dearest-
  in the misty night, as the river rises i sit within a toes length of the tide.
  my lips-the sweet of a fig.
  tongue-the rancour of fernet.

  (bitter)sweet life
  and her toying juxtaposition
  that holds hands with self imposed examinations
  as autumn falls upon the horizon.
  

i dare to accept

a truth. a muffled whimper.
a stifled moan in the musk of the cobweb being more tremendous
than a legion of wolves running through the fall forest.
and the presence of your embrace is enough to stop any heart
and your silence can be more frightening then a lions roar
and there are always choices even if they are the same.

i always come undone by our same.

The secret box


will always have the moon...
and not dare to wish upon falling stars since wishes bring messes
there is always more to clean...
there is always more bending
and always more stairs;
and again, the frost came-
(so, my garden needs tending and my heart a little mending)
and always the corners and boxes-
(speaking of boxes, what happened to your heart?)

same old box, just a different beat;
the echo, sounds strange in the places of purgatory.

The echo’s are troublesome.

i hold tight to the bat on the leg that kicks down the walls
holding back the chains of freedom

until

one day
      i,
beyond repair
and only a sigh
chiming in the wind as the proof of life
knowing
that sigh may warm the frost of your gardens,
so your petals may bloom again,
running red with redemption-
resting at last upon the hands that callous, the softest pillow.

converging

in the rain,
under the moonflowers
the
answer

dripped.

what was the question?

it started with an epiphany. i held in my hand a pencil and thought of....
the harbinger

autumnal heat
youthful patterning,
the abstract and absolute. this time
i am wild in the season of death,
as primitive cells wake from their slumber on a quest for fire.

Lethargic bees swim in the dregs of summers dresses,
disobedient to the wind.
Waiting for coffee and death and a fissure in the wall.
Night is better than toasted pound cake and peach preserves;
the last bit of summer that presents its presence.

present, those damp hands unwrapped Springs packages,
penetrating the fascia of earth in anticipation of her adornment.

Earth tasting of figs, with a hint of salt.

as if waiting for a spark, the late orchestra of summer plays a matinee',
the trees sound a blusterous applause releasing their adornments.
replayed in technicolor for the color blind.
"ooh oh my oh my" echos instead of waiting for depth

and suspension.

It passes faster than a minute in darkness,
flickering across the pages of time.
Where do we rove,together in silent ecstasy?

here.
the answer
encapsulated in a bead of sweat,
reflected in a tear.
traveling the bell jars curve.

The too Honest Resume Cover Letter

To Whom It May Concern,

Please consider me for [the listed position] as I am
[a sad realization] completely unprepared to (re)enter the civilized working world.

In my previous life I have been an academic,
and am fluent in Eros and amore.
 I was never very good at note taking
unless you trust
my memory.
A shipping chick, sewer of soldiers,
excellent at bundling cardboard, and compartmentalizer of demons,
ghost writer, slave and doppelganger,
junkie,
coat check girl and entomology assistant,
gardener
and
broke.

Now:
mother, wife, lover, cook, poet.
Collector of doilies, dishes and brick-brack,
a conscientious objector  to housework and order,
intellectual adulteress
and daydreamer.

One would assume, given my previous experience I would excel at multi-tasking;
sadly, it leaves me overwhelmed and uninspired.
The rewards of deconstructing the sounds of silence
while outrunning the past standing still,
motivate my chosen schedule.

I am certain, if hired I will one day disappoint you.
Once again I'll take my post as seeker for something so simple
as a "how" or a "why" while the last check clears
and i get lose change in return for my soul,