La Cocaina...

Went to Grain and Gristle with my friends on Saturday night before a little hop skip and a jump down to Mississippi studios to see Tennis. The beautiful and bored were out in droves and I found myself dancing alone to "Marathon" and hooting into the void after songs while the disinterested checked each other out. There was a moment of bliss followed by a long walk home.

To Change A Life...

Dreaming of shattered wooden planks
but glide glide glide
there's a softness today in the air
with the mist of winter and the early week

The sun only shines in my skin...

When all is built to give you happiness
what does it mean when you can't smile?

When simple maya knows the space between electrons
how can you ever close doors?

Frozen Berries for Breakfast

frozen berries for breakfast
they shimmer with crystals
bulbous in shape like the
frozen broccoli for dinner

sleeping music for reveille
agreeing for peace
and mercy in surrender like
broken guitar-playing fingers

flat white landscape for travel
a mirage of the oasis
intangible in shadow like
yesterday and tomorrow

frozen berries for breakfast
they shimmer with crystals

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A light crackle of rain against the glass...

The morning was amazing in quiet. My neighbors even noticed and chose not to physically express their loves for each other directly above my head and I was allowed to lay there and fall in and out of consciousness. Different dreams about different things, including one dream of strange haunting. It wasn't altogether unpleasant either, though the world I embodied clearly had intention of grasping me in some fashion.

The Heater is Dead

Cold like a womb
the plush carpet stiff
under foot naked
tripping forward into
brilliant missiles

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Car in the shop so working to get a ride from a co-worker. Should happen, get out of the shell apartment with its dripping windows of condescension. Yeah, that's what I said. But then when I'm not getting what I want done, everything challenges me.

Fire to Ice to the Floor of the Huckleberry Inn

Because pizza demands the skin of its labor
the burn of the taste lingers in the apartment
while my arm flies 5000 feet in the year

The frozen earth demands immediate respect
a landing less than expected but it should have been
and the arm tears tears tears away

A moment passed twice
and linger in single digits
the cafe with gravy and skin
warmth of a burn frozen to folds
rolled and curled on the floor
of the Huckleberry inn