suffragette

it seems so unfair..amidst these blue green willows

that you risk and take at the expense of the unknown
the tragedy, the hope, the trained ear turned to the side

the acceptance and understanding you feel
esp to someone like hunter s thompson
or push comes to shovel dickens

where do we come to stand up for sentiment? sediment cemented on a east river shore...tied into tai chi for that deep down body thirst

i thought...wait no ..i mean ..i think... wait no.. i guess i don't know what mirror to look into... our lives were aglow and the hope was so so

i don't get it. heal the knot that forms when i think about lilacs and summers impending depressions....sitting all days one leg up-- one leg down-- suffer the mourner of lost chided tantrums-- suffer the expose of perversions disasters

am i understanding only now than i am not fully in the tornado's path?

let me lie down again

i'll always be the more sentimental unable to move past what lessons i have learned... to leave those i love most is a pain too hard to bear i collapse under the pressure to pretend im unfaded

because i too fade
and my color is only due to too much wind exposure, fucking and running

the reality is a light grey she is almost white

so bright it hurts the eyes and blinds the unicorns antlers....bleeding them until they whinny

senor snore

kite flying is grand
especially on sand
verdict is out
indeed there's no doubt
nobody does tricks like he can!



Once you get started it’s hard to stop and easy to convince others that all of this is fine. It’s only half easy to convince yourself. The duel of thoughts and emotions surprised delight and holy shit what is this? I haven’t felt it in so long


Word travels lightly and faster than lightning
It all comes down to you and the sensational
The scattered random bodies in bloom flicker
the scar and the white lilacs.
And my hungry heart eats whatever it finds
Throwing away the meaty morsels and grabbing up bones and grisle
What it reminds me of is never that good, yet it tastes delicious

As you look back upon the fractures and the faltering temperatures
The design you thought sublime is aglow
Meant to brake even for widows and peaked faces
That ache never felt of what ive been missing
The questionable regret as rivers poured my name
As silence trapped my voice and booze clouded my brain
The life rattle spickle spittle languish on tongues and resistance.
I had forgotten how It felt to be all abuzz and vibrating..

so what?

broken footed hype. hype! lame excuses.
they all summarize the real solution we decided upon underneath these blankets of resolution

timeless a masterpiece yup yup yup

ive traveled through saber tooth wilderness and sucked on frozen sangria
only to see the addict in you talk
you refuse and shut it out and i see so many others before you
im eating like shit again and don't care. it makes me want to puke up liaisons.

so many of my friends cant spell for shit. you cant spell for shit.
labyrinth fairy tales...burnt into my memory of a fragile youth who takes care of
fragrant wisteria....who leaves me alone on the sidewalk.....you call it weakness.....but the moment you give it a name the weakness becomes yours.

let's dance the push and pull of failure and lost dreams. i love the proverbial...no wait! actual jerk off sessions...is it all in your head or is it because i'm annoying?

sip it zip it up...get over it this languid language of perpetual waste of time.
I've lost my voice. I lost it when we first met and I haven't been able to find it again. I fell off my bike when we first met and than I fall off when we break up. The first time you were concerned ..the second time you were...

shape up! im overcome by transient harmonious sound waves traversing over slick pavement...its always like this with you no? rejection festers.

green frog light. an easter dawn. witty breezy banter in seersucker blues....a lost puppy. perfectionist beholden. one day you won't be able to just fuck it off than.

i should be getting back

Surrounded by birches and marksman graves

The sprinklers misting over the day’s parched grass

and white fences pop up in the strangest places

as if the neighbors want to take themselves back to their youth

but they seem so out of place here

As i yawn and arch my back on the porch lost in reverie’s embrace

awkward childrens flashlight game has not been erased

just forgotten by some.

My weariness overwhelms with the memory of last weekends goodbye

getting caught by fountains rain- ill disguised excuses for attention- and the kisses are given away like a consolation prize. A blessing really we feel so much.

A kickball bounce can be heard in the distance and i should be getting back.

Was this summer everything she promised she’d be? Echoed with confusion my destiny and where i should end up?

Mixed in with feelings for one who is afraid of me sometimes.With too much to say and not enough time.
I should be getting back ,my hometowns calling in for me to lie in the backyard and dwindle into linear line ear. These languid afternoons ahead of me. With time to think about what i’ve done, and what i am going to do.

tiny needles

if life were as simple and as pretty as it can be sometimes i'd give in and let everything take

me under

I'm going to be gone for a while. my song has been
wasted on a limey who digs crime. o' lord
my shoulder has turned in on itself- i've wandered
these halls before with a smile on my face. traced the
burnt brick with my fingertips a hundred times. each
time listening a little more deeply hoping to hear
the clitter clop trop.
revole the door over the bedside
The clouds in my head collide with my memory.
oh baby hit me on my backside
Ive melted on your lips before but now i'm raining,
pouring even. the polar air has blocked me in.
metal doorframes become a place
where it's a safe to triumph. to solicit. the time has come for us to walk
away from the moment and really think it
through mornings silence is broken by trucks passing

.heartfelt fluuter mutter how mothers need to sleep
open the cage of hearts and sing to them softly

A man, a plan, a canal—Panama!

tOmorrow crack the sunlight open wise darling darling

Tomorrow vivd lines creep flatten the soundscape deep till I trickle into you and feel you deep deep inside my gloom

Twirl the girl the break up make up shining designing making it all sound just right so nice theology embers inside the deepest crave

Yesterday lover sung a little clam sung oyster pearly finish wonder inside that manicured maze the beautiful hopeful dazzling autograph of life

Ill do it until im bald and keep going so you can lick my scars my wounds my scalp

Until im frozen
Frozen

Later on maybe we'll talk and everything will be the same but maybe not
Maybe we were never quite what we thought

Smell the deep stink of hunger and desperation floating over the birdy over the net
I look around and feel nothing
At least nothing I would expect

Tragic underground unique extinction
Is it true you can do everything?

Is it true I really want to be like you?

Like lick click stick stuck

It is true eschaton

With your tennis balls flying

I admire you

Truly

Magic believers untie through May we always believe in something

.

The family has spoken and opened up the void

I stand up and take my stand.

The psychic said I would have three great loves

I counted three but it still wasn't right

Quailtät vs. quantity

I feel wistful amidst sunken footrests

As I look at Helen kellers home across the street

And think about mayors and traffic

And nat king cole.

river bed trichster. laughing at lila's bench at walnut hill.. for warmth and wisdom and prosperity. let this knot slide over and under my tongue-- the stiff cushy texture collapsing under my molars...
chicken fried gravy overflowing through the crackle puffs of giant sounds...i have wandered for a while and found a place to stand tall but something came from behind and pushed me against the giant oak and i almost fell. there are no double dips. no second helpings here. somehow i look behind and i can barely notice the shadows popping out...hiding there to remind me of luck and chances...take two and call me in the morning..take three and chide me softly under lover's hushed breath....take five and well...good luck. the peeling of the apple of your spirit was at such a rapid rate i couldn't take my eyes and ears away and it took me a moment to register it all...can i stomach it all in one highly concentrated fuck fest of an evening? i know what you are thinking.. I am here with the shadow enemy flutterer. lunacy caulks my heart. measures it in paper mache and twine...and a silly silly impulse. sample me some saplings and overtake me with a force i knew before. i may not be able to be with you but it doesn't mean i don't hear your voice and think of you every moment i see a garden.....i saw those blooms and an overwhelming feeling of what i wanted threatened to take me there at once-- but i swallowed hard and ran upstairs to take solace in the everyday...and all it's unhappenings.

that's right we all should write slogan and posters to reveal the tasty disgusting treats inside....

how you could just stare at the momentary fragments of the wonderful breasts in a moment of made up intoxication. how horrific to think we could all blame it on a celestial blackout. like we just decided to walk a certain way and have it be ok with the board and everyone who thinks boobs are great. no really aderaol changes life constancy and the weight of comfort is slightly different than say the boss at midday.

make me breathe again. i cant speak underneath this pressure that weighs on my chest as you lie so close to me... and tell me things i cant hear.... i don't notice your words or your touch or the long long long time spent in the bathroom covering yourself with moisturizer and pleasure at my expense, at OUR expense....

when have we lost our voice? when was it ok to laugh at you exposing yourself to me?

brush that shit off. literally speak. i am not jest or cougar or teen fan club but just me marveling at how many times the magistrate lingers openly wondering whaT I look like naked.

so i sit here listening, menacing hoping it wont hurt my voice as you describe him touching you that way and i want to break every bone in his body my lovely.....

i cant spell or sing anymore. suddenly it becomes ok for beloved to profess things openly online but not to each others spent breaking the fixtures over tom's friends house....why r we here talking about this and not celebrating in justice spent over a natural disaster?

why cant we escape?...why cant i tell him to stop touching my feet and to leave our fucking house we created?: i remember your glaze as you realized he wouldn't leave until you made him so....i felt unworthy of your presence and wondered what had happened to the girl who spoke so openly and protected lies luxurious happenstance,.. sunday newspaper heavy hurricane starlings.

this isnt ok, okay? dont touch my friend ok? just because you gave me aderaol doesn't mean i have to suck your dick ok? i though you were my friend but you were really a kite running morphine laced douchebag...

. lets stop this chat over stella and Guinness. Your look to me spells bristols courage. i have known you years ago as a child when you played cards with such a light light hand....make up stories we will get along faster. i almost puked today as i coughed so hard from ragweed's infestations in long struma youth. i wonder if tomorrow we might hold hands and start over?

my darling... you bare strength and symmetry... and i want to cry for the feelings i have for you. you are so close to sisterdom its almost motherly. it is real or the laced up crystals forming in helplessness? i'm almost overcome with guilt.

tragic daybreak silverdom question our pines and our maples...please allow the surrender supreme for the moment that surpasses is ours at least until the next time.....

occam's razor

i fear the flicker lights ember quiver upon the air resting on my tongue
teach me light and quickly maybe we can find out who gets to first base first
paint me a languid furnished soundrum

i relinquish the posh power hither farther than our wildest emoticons.

this hearted heated line we have drawn has faded like hopscotch chalk and i recognize the desire to be recognized to talk for the sake of talking no thoughts-

no restraint upon silver foxes in silverscreen helen keller style.

remind of dr suess again i cant remember if its green eggs or horton...

ill sit there trapped in mahogany and glass using an instrument of separative communicative purposes.
press me against this imaginary hexagon and filter nothing but soundless winchester's giant growl..

to have felt the way you do in high school would be too simplified. but it was high school. and i was under the covers talking with you through blurry lenses and wondering when i heard the birds why we couldn't just walk the six blocks to your silent garden of pickled pears and evident confusions.

last time i checked you were a wolf dis guised as a puppy.

i had one dream of you videotaping miracles and talking over them as they settle into magnificence. The video was pure wonder as I stood transfixed but you voice was too loud over the image and it took me out of it splendor and dulled my perception.

was it ennui or einsamkeit that took me into this lunacy that was created to for me lust for something so different i held out.

true true tell these silent listeners what the difference between imagination and reality is? i would like to know who i have been talking to the last month.

house of dreams a farmer painted all in blue. the sliding glass door is closed save a smidgen... id open it but a silent scream that loud might shatter my ear drums.