Right now my loves are fast asleep, breathing heavily in sync.
I have the best boyfriend for getting me a little fluff of a friend, and the best kitten in the whole world.
Kevin and Harvey sort of just make the world more soothing.
October 2009
We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird,
and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours,
we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
love is the best sensation hiding in the lion’s mane.
Grandfather
You were your decrepit leather jacket,
a familiar grizzly brown,
warn-in after use, wrinkled with time, and warm to my chilled hands.
A grainy velvet of tender bliss pressed against my skin,
a bouquet of strong cologne and musk lingers on my tongue.
The crinkle of the zipper
as you secured me in its summery grasp.
The sleeves were colossal,
but your arms cradled me just fine.
I salvaged the memory in a note
that remains in the pocket.
I took this sentiment for granted,
in loving life you love what cannot stay.
Camouflaged in the closet
by form fitting designer brands,
collecting dust,
clinging to our thoughts by a hope and a prayer.
I could put you on again,
my arms are longer now.
But the winters are more frigid,
and I’ll never be that warm again.
"..I gave birth to my twins through my nostrils.."
“Your nose is bleeding”
Time’s resistance, branching ticks, like the pulse of blood behind a bruise,
This puncturing swell, passing in strange lurches and dragging lulls.
Consumed by ecstatic mad inertia,
Jovians fused as one, ensnared unbeknownst beneath a bulbous sac.
Amniotic fluid from burst pipes dripping down her cheek,
This nurturing will to proceed.
Oxygen passes quickly as her airwaves dilate,
and that’s all the incentive she needs.
Push! Propel this driving foreigner from yourself.
Withering internally, the lump slithers upward.
Drumming her ribcage,
Expanding the throat, carving off the jugular.
Hazed seascape, murky asteroid,
The lovesong of a buzzard fading..
Achoo! The umbilical cords seep out,
She stares at her black-eyed aliens,
Purring gently at these phenomena.
Every tongue that gets bit always has another word to say,
Placenta don’t talk very much.
Today I spent all day sleeping, purely because I could.
It’s 8:43 PM and I’ve been awake sporadically approx. 3 hours and plan to go to sleep for the night within the next 2.
My random hours awake have been spent painting, something I haven’t done in months because the freedom I felt in it had been tarnished by someone. But it’s starting to feel good again, I think I’m going to enjoy this.
Yesterday I was hiding in a stranger’s house, laying on their wooden kitchen floor, ear pressed down, listening to arguments going on with the people below me. I met these cats who were very particular about rubbing against my neck and walking on my back as I streamed across the ground. One of them enjoyed me far more than the other, I assume he could sense my distress and was worried about me. I think I made a friend.
CATS ARE BETTER THAN HUMANS!
Give It My All
I wish I had more to write about. I think about billions of different things daily and I find just about all of them to be spectacular, but when I finally get home and greet my macbook, I can’t seem to think of anything substantial. It’s discouraging, but I’m going to try harder daily to just Find Something To Say. It will all work out in the end.
