And the punishment is the plague.
Thirsty for conspiracy
And thirty minus four months and counting.
Count down from one.
Ground hero.
Truth is always better than fiction. I write memoir and pretend let you think whatever you want.
Not that I am an authority on anything, except finesse.
I don't sympathize with the underdog, I am the underdog.
You think this confidant has confidence?
You! Think! This!
I judge you.
I actively try to not judge you.
A bunch of thinking in circles.
I wish it was stylish to be ignorant.
( wait, it is stylish to be ignorant )
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I had a daydream ...
I have Daniel Merriweather playing;
He sounds like Nina Simone.
I say that's good for this moment.
I remember the dream as a feeling.
I took pills. I drank wine. I put every thing into my bloodstream.
You would never know... he says it.
That's what the dream is like.
Play the game for the love.
Thirsty for the thing spirituals bring.
I am on the circuit. Telepathy is too strong sometimes, I say.
Sports medicine has me down today. Kinesthetics. Athletics.
I got the gratitudinal blues.
Something like survivor's guilt.
I wrote something with my heart, it turned out poignant to others, but somewhat ambiguous to me.
My next move is to be a soul singer.
I am inviting the muse and the cigarettes to do their job.
I once tried to learn to play piano, but became entranced by the hands that were teaching me.
Point A to point B is simple for some.
I have points and pivots and cylindrical black holes with tapered edges in between these
too simple things.
To simplify things:
I also might need to join a band.
Extracurriculars have me wrapped up in the paper-towel tube and the plastic bag like it contains mysticism. Education. Miss Education. My education.
Cryptic.
He sounds like Nina Simone.
I say that's good for this moment.
I remember the dream as a feeling.
I took pills. I drank wine. I put every thing into my bloodstream.
You would never know... he says it.
That's what the dream is like.
Play the game for the love.
Thirsty for the thing spirituals bring.
I am on the circuit. Telepathy is too strong sometimes, I say.
Sports medicine has me down today. Kinesthetics. Athletics.
I got the gratitudinal blues.
Something like survivor's guilt.
I wrote something with my heart, it turned out poignant to others, but somewhat ambiguous to me.
My next move is to be a soul singer.
I am inviting the muse and the cigarettes to do their job.
I once tried to learn to play piano, but became entranced by the hands that were teaching me.
Point A to point B is simple for some.
I have points and pivots and cylindrical black holes with tapered edges in between these
too simple things.
To simplify things:
I also might need to join a band.
Extracurriculars have me wrapped up in the paper-towel tube and the plastic bag like it contains mysticism. Education. Miss Education. My education.
Cryptic.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The wax heats up when you light it. Some burn prettier than others.
Every few years I light a black one for good measure.
At least for good measure, at most, because I walk proudly.
(If you ever threw up in your purse, you would never worry about stuff like that.)
Some days worry more than other days.
Language is no longer simple, and deep meaning is contained in every single syllable.
Turn the word inside out.
Quantify all the words that start with the same letter. Add the spaces between the dots in the ellipsis.
Suspicion flickers from the modem and the digital clock.
No need for explanation.
Signify and justify matters not.
I know and you know and we know!
Wink.
(Bink.)
There is no matter of suspicion. It is the imagination that plagues me and also blesses me.
Yonder floral flowering blossoms of scents of signals.
Pillow, dryer sheets, open books.
You are in the fabric of my pillow.
Every few years I light a black one for good measure.
At least for good measure, at most, because I walk proudly.
(If you ever threw up in your purse, you would never worry about stuff like that.)
Some days worry more than other days.
Language is no longer simple, and deep meaning is contained in every single syllable.
Turn the word inside out.
Quantify all the words that start with the same letter. Add the spaces between the dots in the ellipsis.
Suspicion flickers from the modem and the digital clock.
No need for explanation.
Signify and justify matters not.
I know and you know and we know!
Wink.
(Bink.)
There is no matter of suspicion. It is the imagination that plagues me and also blesses me.
Yonder floral flowering blossoms of scents of signals.
Pillow, dryer sheets, open books.
You are in the fabric of my pillow.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Feels better facing east...
Sun shines from behind me.
Through the doorway at the mango house in the morning.
That house had cement floors.
And blood on the bedroom wall.
Pitter spatter of little feet made my neighbor build a second house,
kicked the boys out,
moved me in to help clean up the place.
Lots of bleach. Threw the mops away when I was done.
You know what I mean?
When you mop the walls, that's sometimes what you wanna do.
forget about the whole thing.
As soon as i got curtains up, it was time to leave.
It's always time to leave, the fear I had as a child is gone, the one where leaving meant missing the best part?
I learned that sticking around too long is worse than leaving hungry.
Hunger means more energy.
it means my anti-narcoleptic tender heart doesn't have to ever give up and wear sweatpants.
it means my socks fit
it means i own a vacuum
Rose fell from the chandelier, I took it as a good omen.
dumb waiter
vertical
moves west
feet up on table
lapus necklace
Through the doorway at the mango house in the morning.
That house had cement floors.
And blood on the bedroom wall.
Pitter spatter of little feet made my neighbor build a second house,
kicked the boys out,
moved me in to help clean up the place.
Lots of bleach. Threw the mops away when I was done.
You know what I mean?
When you mop the walls, that's sometimes what you wanna do.
forget about the whole thing.
As soon as i got curtains up, it was time to leave.
It's always time to leave, the fear I had as a child is gone, the one where leaving meant missing the best part?
I learned that sticking around too long is worse than leaving hungry.
Hunger means more energy.
it means my anti-narcoleptic tender heart doesn't have to ever give up and wear sweatpants.
it means my socks fit
it means i own a vacuum
Rose fell from the chandelier, I took it as a good omen.
dumb waiter
vertical
moves west
feet up on table
lapus necklace
Monday, December 1, 2008
Platinum Shoe Bottoms
Proximity matters very little in reality. Home is where the heart is and Baltimore is only for education and novelty these days.
Novelty and tender ronis.
Things like that, sunglasses, platinum shoe bottoms, narcolepsy, taurine, costume eye makeup worn every day, laser light, light emitting diodes, jelly fish, a fading resistance to leggings, sell-out boots, a Boston boot-shop clerk, stock brokers, writers, rooms with chandeliers full of people chanting for the newbie still outside of the mausoleum, sitting on the floor by choice, getting down to the ground, universal love streaming into a cypher, things like that.
Novelty and tender ronis.
Things like that, sunglasses, platinum shoe bottoms, narcolepsy, taurine, costume eye makeup worn every day, laser light, light emitting diodes, jelly fish, a fading resistance to leggings, sell-out boots, a Boston boot-shop clerk, stock brokers, writers, rooms with chandeliers full of people chanting for the newbie still outside of the mausoleum, sitting on the floor by choice, getting down to the ground, universal love streaming into a cypher, things like that.
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