Thursday, November 24, 2011

Home Safe: Wear your pathology like it's your own reality show

Holistic Monotheistic, no matter your foresight,


Milibars bring radiation this season from all of the industry
and murderous Treason?

It's free form now- I can't keep up this pace,
they've cancelled Nasa and we can't go to space

The thieves and the honest get their checks on the first

I can't even keep my own hands from my purse

I'm electronic on all different levels
Organic cat nuzzles leave me disheveled

Attacked by an alien cricket last night
I can't even sleep without some kind of light

Arm the security system illusion
clearing up the justifiable confusion


Calm at the helm with mermaids on radar
secretly liking electric guitar

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Scoot Scoot Trudge Doctor

We hold it down until the secret track plays
And sometimes it's eight minutes until the notes play

We wait at the light rail station and go all the way to the highway underpass
And don't have purses, just pockets
Deep pockets but not long dollars and a triple X polo shirt because that's what every 136 pound teenage girl wears to the club.
You're either like that or you wear a tank top that isn't as awesome for dance moves.

You can wear anything and be cool now. But it's still cool if you washed your sneakers with a toothbrush when you came home every morning.

I mix in my mind all the phrases I hear through the day
Karate Kick, Permit to Carry a concealed weapon and should be at work at 10:30
I wish I had that schedule
And would I need to carry a weapon to fight off the jealous onlookers?

Could I sense my friends before they walk around the corner?
Yes.

The witch doctor can give you medicine for that, but why would you want it?

Monday, November 14, 2011

Bottle Top Magic

The cat looks in the mirror at himself and I wonder what he is saying; probably that he is handsome. I used to look in the mirror the same way until the past two years when I started thinking I look peculiar.

Strange. At least I don't look unmemorable.
Even people I've never met before say that I look familiar.

But that's only when I talk to them, so maybe it's something else about me.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Trying to get Stolen is No Different than Being Kidnapped

I'm pretty sure my pupils get larger when I see something beautiful.
I watch my cat watch me and this happens to him, exaggerated like huge saucers of black, he hacks my account.
I pick him up as he watches me talk to us both in the mirror, and I think this makes him special because not all animals recognize a reflection.

I push the whip, I push the numbers, I push the letters until the words go into the void again.
I push my feet into the boots, the legs into the leggings, the dress into the jacket, the key into the keyhole.
The filter goes into the basket, the granules go into the filter, the wooden stirring stick winds around and momentum keeps it spinning.

I thread my teeth with waxed string and hope it makes them last longer than my skull; I hope they're still in there when I die instead of candy corpses fallen out after a Halloween life party broken and unconditioned and brittle.
Hoaxes are like acting, if I may cause a diversion in a zig zag motion, moving toward the goal but pretending to go sideways.

I've started a list and I don't know where it will lead except for sure it will be upward.
Vertical lines make you taller, but this horizontal move is lacking sufficient drive and purpose.

Sideways. Always. Looking through a periscope from a bad reality t.v. show, realizing that all the characters will end up in rehab or something like a media frenzy in the courtroom.

I publish my free-writing and edit masterpieces in secret.

Waiting for the painful day of inspiration, gilded, gliding, gearing wind mimicking into the black of the dark sky over the ocean on a still night with heat lightening strobing through the firmament.

Cloudless and splayed out on the asphalt posturing like it's effortless, but shot thru with cold.

I am unique in grace as I plod trudgingly onward, hair down like the middle where the magic hits the solar plexus.

Hotly guided adverbial and proverbial in the big leagues.

Stealing and Given.