bloom

a note to myself more than anyone else
in the work, i am celibate

love duet

choking on hard candy
melting into the arms of a stranger
blue skies, perfect pink magnolia
perfume
luscious
she planted a tree and it's small but it blooms now
the path in is guarded by the most terrifying of beasts
but at least now i have seen with my own eyes that it still grows
perhaps it is time to go back in and plant my own...
active imagination
"human companionship is absolutely necessary"

purple pills

last night i tried to get to sleep at a decent hour
woken up by his longing...
last night i had a dream that i sat with my body squished up tight beside his
i read it all over again and i know i was never wrong
foolish, perhaps, but not wrong
i remember and dream and they're all so close but so far away
a rush and they're gone, always and over again
he loves me, he loves me not...
eyes burning and heavy i sleep

warm regards

my alien apologizes
my friend breaks my heart
and my unicorn walks off into the sunset...

talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, sounds caress my ears
but not a word i heard could i relay, the story was quite clear
- led zeppelin

false endings

yesterday
thunderstorm

today
sometimes it snows in april

lying in bed in the dark the other night i experienced the strangest sensation
i could not tell if my eyes were open or closed

impossible

i never listen to the radio anymore
last night, and again tonight,
i flipped it on to set my alarm
same song...
a song for me, about me, about us
crazy odds these days
i win the lottery of odd life events
is it ever gonna be enough?

sunset train

the search and the beloved, episode three
today: bindi heart on my bus seat
a sign yes, but where it's pointing changes continuously with our direction

watch the wind while i wait
listen to the blackbirds...

heading home,
i have a love/hate relationship with the smell of fire
thinking back,
i guess it depends what kind of mood i'm in

making up bizarre pretend conceptual art projects with one's ex can be fun
i am going to learn to dance like ian curtis

at once, twice

don't look now
flowers crushed underfoot
ghosts on my horizon

tomorrow i will let him have me
pineapples and cucumbers and sleep

and in this moment i am happy