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2011-09-07T09:44:00.000-07:00

Dreaming of dialogue I run to write it down, swirling into a tub of emptiness I forget in the morning, now recalling the homework I've given myself of for some reason documenting dialogue for some future play or book or something. Pregnancy getting heavier by the day and the thought of going to the hospital is a strong drink of something that is sure to make me sick. My back aches and so on, so it's hard to focus on the little life inside when, well, I won't give my self time to look. To busy to change history. The little life is being moulded by my thoughts and services, it's the least I can do for futures sake to relax today and talk with her.

2011-06-21T17:19:00.000-07:00

Hey Dreams...There's a little thing that needs my attention, too.

Could you possibly flow river-like along my shores

little by little

erode me away

sand by little piece of sand

until I merge with you again

2011-05-19T21:15:00.000-07:00

---Been nominated to take over the Blog for Silly Sally's Events, so if you'd like to take a look, well, go right on ahead and look!

www.sillysallysevents.blogspot.com

Under the Orange tree

2011-03-10T20:35:00.000-08:00

Not surely a scare, but mostly a daring way to prove myself

under the orange tree

Wolf heads perked in daylight

over the brick wall that's too deep for the compost to sweeten the neighbor's clementine tree.

Black Birds swoop, little birds too quick to see their colors

sing to each-other

Crows respectfully stay quiet.

There's the sound of pottery breaking on cement

Blood under the orange tree.

I fill a puddle with water, watch it irrigate the soil, winding through the exposed roots and

wash His little hand

2010-11-28T11:46:00.000-08:00

Soy conciente de este aliento
de mi alma
Estoy viendo patos silvestres
en el cemeterio
la celebracion de vuelo
y ser libre
iluminando un cortazon salvaje
los tiempos para el padre

2010-11-24T06:30:00.000-08:00

My fingers are cold.

It's been a long time since

solace has found me in the woods

wandering with palms turned up

turning brown dead leaves crunch

leaving my countenance soft

leaving bread-crumbs of prayers

scattered on the forest floor for future spring-time flowers.

My fingers are warm.

It's been a long time since

solace has found me

over a steaming pot

of family tradition

welcoming vows with palms turned down

ancestral spirits living in steam.

2010-08-20T10:43:00.001-07:00

In my garden I am

watching bouncing Bees

Riding on the breeze of selfish motivation.

My flower,

she gets nothing but a charming vibration

From a low and lusting Bee

His hips trembling

tongue wagging

eyes like a teenage Dog.

The space around my head becomes dense

I notice a black Cat crouching

licking his lips

swaying his hips

eyes like a shiny shell

A sterling Starling stops talking and

takes a moment to peer over a leaf

at the flower in my garden

bewailing about the Bee

Black feathers on a small sandy tongue.

Penchant Leaf shutters and

I blame it on a passing breeze.

Any excuse to use

my heavy human mind.

2010-07-05T01:24:00.000-07:00

You can tell a lot about a person

watching them eat

watermelon

When I eat watermelon

I am a witness

To my own God.

When I eat watermelon

I think about the best

things

When I eat

watermelon.

2009-12-24T17:07:00.000-08:00

In the glass of a clock tower I can see a rainbow
Steady streams of blue guide me home
Hearing only one sound along my path
The only sound that ive ever followed
was the steady drum of your Heart

2009-08-22T06:19:00.000-07:00

2009-08-22T06:07:00.000-07:00

Thinking, fingering the long parts of my palm

Probably too poised to notice tortoise tampering with high-pitched noises

To make me cry on my way downtown

To make me sigh with relief that no beast lies in my bed

bugging me for a make-shift mobile

or a smoke

2009-07-24T18:08:00.000-07:00

I watch a pigeon toed crow watch the sky somewhere in the power-line horizon

while my bad eye simultaneously skims the tops of skinned heads

through my national geographic magazine made from plastic plants

someone discovered in a dark dublin warehouse

In silver symphonies somewhere in the distance

Darfur children blow kisses late at night to their mothers in hostage

much like I used to do at Christmas.

There's a two headed vagabond dog waiting for you to take him home

in a pet shop in mexico

Don't name him

It just makes it harder when he leaves you after dinner.

2009-07-22T19:40:00.000-07:00

In a room built for Jesus
There's a bed in it already (you provide the sheets)
There's a hot plate
a mini frige
an oval mirror hanging reflecting white
and of course time has autographed a pictureof Jesus
He's surrounded by his Angels blowing their gifts into the sky with brass inbetween.
In a room built for Jesus there's a blue leather chair
perfect for sitting and thinking,
"Is that picture crooked?"

2009-06-07T10:45:00.000-07:00

There was a fine fire spreading salt around town
I remember because I had castor seeds with honey for my breakfast.
too much time passed, I was healthy already
So I looked to the clouds
Stealthy with white pintop heaps of cotton steeples staring at the townspeople although asleep keep my seeds warm and safe.
Margaret with a young fellow skipped into my shoes.
Jumped a clocktower high and dropped like a Dog.
I burst into three peices, each me milking the moon.
La Lune
LaLune

2009-06-07T10:36:00.000-07:00

Here I am smiling looking at you on the shore
I smile as big, maybe even bigger than the moon but
I wouldn't know because she's been hiding
When the stars make trails on the sand and
you turn away walking faster, rubbing and balling you hands together
your eyes spitting sun like a lighthouse lantern on the rocks that make better waves for you.
"what exactly is synthetic?"
You'd like to get to the root of the problem.
And sorry if It seems as though I'm not listening-
just thinking i'd like to see and touch and make love to your roots.

2008-07-31T10:27:00.000-07:00

Sticking out like a carriage in a crowd
clawing at the underbrush sweating sour peach
An interbreed of Irish moss and dirt I've eaten-
dirt i've known and seen and dreamed.
And after cold-water baths,
after i greave gravel's breath
I could wander down the path you left
of helicopter seeds and salt.

It's either Mexico or New Jersey

2008-07-23T11:08:00.000-07:00

Half drowned waiting lists lit up freshmen wide eyes fresh men, fresh body sweat swallowing streams under his half-hearted stained writing. I am interested in their conveluted conversation wrapping itslef over and over under and under never coming to and under fleshy tones with hues of blue and gas blackend by the back-end wealth of their economy I am sick. I am covered in satin and silk washing my arms in the over-head light while children wade in the water i spill.

In my study of human limitations

2008-07-15T11:59:00.000-07:00

Wallowing shirtless birds
circling over-head my outdoor shower.
Heavy heels
Sit still
two hours.

November

2008-07-02T10:59:00.000-07:00

Dawn birds fly over glass table-tops Into Tree shadows in my Woods.
Three shadows snake through swallows nests sour still from blue empty waves-and
I almost forgot Margot laying there,
swaying there with the leaves.

May 20th, 2008

2008-07-02T10:55:00.000-07:00

Staring straight, slightly to my left
I am caught not once but three times by Her
(The Mother)
She grabs at the rain-soaked coat of a loved toddler girl with twists and twirls the train cannot hold their ever elevating song.
I watch kisses and eyes closed- eyes open- offering some last-minute wisdom.
Baby girl tangles pink plastic snaps in her hair and I am watching in time-lapse blinks because i don't want to stare
But i do.
My burden to bare is to bare your burdens.
I am anticipating his next move because i see the right foot tapping Down they come with my heart in their hands, squeezing it so very tight my eyes start to vomit salt water onto the insides of my glasses and my stomache aches. And my feet hurt.
And my head is rattling so hard i am certain it will burst-and then-
eye contact again.
Jesus, why can't i get this one straight-The Mother must be inside my brain helping push whatever thought.
Next thing- I lose it. I am too busy thinking of not thinking i missed my poem.
Selfish bitch i am to use these people for prose.

Missing Robin, and this is why

2008-07-02T10:52:00.000-07:00

moo

2008-04-16T14:30:00.000-07:00

Underlying sour salutations, inquisitions
I am forced to figure, forced to swoon my docile brain cells into action
why your message has such inclinations, i do not know but i am certain
and yet quite confused---
so yes i am unsure, i am feeble and weakening with every word
but it is you who taxes me so, so feel at ease, young neurons
these feelings won't last long.
But
I am sure of Cow's milk, and then some.

Mary

2008-03-03T18:36:00.000-08:00

I've come to know Mary quite well.
She and i sit to discuss the happenings of wrinkles and failing hearts on our quaint Philadelphia park bench. For instance, there was a man sipping earl grey resting quietly with his son, both of their feet tired and bare.
Sitting within earshot we learn the two Men only recently found eachother to be blood-related but have always been the best of friends.
I turned to let my ear be known & framed my lips over the Fathers as i asked him if he was familiar with my Mary.
He opened his pouted weathered mouth and whispered into my open ear,
"Mary was my Mother,
my lost Sister,
my late Wife,
my aborted son..."
He paused, pensive, eyes closed.
"Mary was my consience & my inner-child"
His son then wept as i was already showing my Mary to the door.

Untitled

2008-02-29T18:38:00.000-08:00

2 blocks from the West-Bound train

2008-02-19T16:03:00.000-08:00

Walking hastily home I prayed.
It had been a while so I stayed clear of cracks & kept my chin towards the bulding tops.
Frown lines beat my yellow teeth so my jaw lowered and the wind grew great.
I saw God in a young girls eyes.
They sparkled like my Mothers rings
they grabbed at my coat
they starved for my smile.
Full heartedly & half awake
I gave them what they wanted.

49

2008-02-18T15:34:00.000-08:00

The February moon behind the cracked wood

reminds me of Her skin & teeth-

Failing to forge my own address I concour my admirer.

Fleeting, fumbling, hands in the air-

I am just like that long haired woman.

I am just like a child.

I am Just.

I am.

growing pains

2008-01-29T11:28:00.001-08:00

when ignorance was bliss

talking, laughing, boiling water

without knowing, without warning

i am washed with silly news

first, "that fucking idiot"

then, "what the hell did i ever..."

finally (i laugh) "that fucking idiot"

that new chapter

2008-01-29T11:19:00.000-08:00

Lengthy love letters fall with the leaves
loosen your belt and
light the oven for his peace of mind
don't forget the pine cones,
you know how he loves that smell
lay down the warm pavement for his feet and
watch to the west.
Withering willows will signal his coming
water basins beat with the hearts that stay.

Can't stand wet hands

2008-01-29T11:18:00.000-08:00

he can't stay past springspoiled by the city smog
needs to see the trees turn green
where will you go?
with your brother in Richland
he has a house and
the work doesn't bother you.
I think i'd rather have the winter last
until i'm thirty or so.

I've been meaning to fix that

2008-01-29T11:10:00.000-08:00

Fasting, passed out following the kitchen floor

Lucid dreaming, still i take a "tonin"

Following fast swallows winding through the conditioned air

Cats in constant battle.

I came home, i left.

I wanted to hear words that weren't coming.

It's always two o'clock before i know it.

Thats why i go to bed at ten.

tea

2008-01-29T11:05:00.000-08:00

she's sitting across his field

in a stainless steel satin dress

wheat grass hair and feathers for feet

she's my mother

she's every woman i've ever met.

Rabbit

2008-01-29T11:02:00.000-08:00

It's that intuition your Mother always warned you about

It was spelled out in electric candles and in your face

Forgiving, lusting, flowering, flowing

And following close behind was that rabbit

Following close behind was that fucking Rabbit.

Lucky i am to have noticed his presence

in a room full of flickering electric candles.