need for white

these beauties can be found at oaknyc
gotta splurge. just gotta.

This poem is supposed to have given spaces, but the html will not do it justice.

Animal Sounds Jolted

When something was wondered by curiosity
what that was a cat peaks a bed-head out
of the mid-night door in to a light binged hallway
square blank folded short playhouse vision nothing.
Curiosity side-
Steps and the writing voice thinks about words and
forgets the :: pop :: sound in the hallway
remembers
going back in self-removal
sad rope j u m bl e
of cords tangled chargers.
Likes the sound after all.

Inspiration

Here a just a few of the things that have made writing in the springtime, in bed, far more mystical and beautiful.





Currently, I want nothing more than to escape the city with a tent in tow and dream under the stars.... I will just have to wait for May.

dream here

norwegian dream

Tiny diagrammatic shapes
Sensed the lingering
Of time. A mass
Of warm mud clinging
To it. The birds
Would not leave.
Bird-shaped metal
Crashed.
The continuation of my dream
Soft white glow
The angle of moonlight
Lured exaggerated
Silhouette. The beating
Motions of the darkness
Swallow stillness
I was huge
Rustling faintly

i put my soul into what i do

As Jacque said, "Do you see the look on his face?"
Every look of mine&yours gathered from the past 21 years of living.

Fairy Tale

She feels like Sherlock Holmes has been combing her hair
All full of sleeping moths’ metamorphisizing inside her
Mysteries keep cutting out the electricity
On the edge of a verb
She could feel the devil dancing
To the rhythm of thunderstorm tongues
Wet with metaphors
Now shame is the shadow of love
And Sherlock Holmes is kissing her nipples
Twanging tongue to fire thigh
Cause freedom is a fleeting feeling
With the forest wedged between herself and the world
Deconstruct the layers
While she shifts to lessen the pain