of nows and todayrrow

thoughtened future
is

grand chandielier patio
pat to give you give Romance

footoe winks through
food tableture transparency
woundful like loveb(l)ud lilac not lav en dier

my melissa dear time near
choice of kills me
not the cancercock eyes is has apathetic the yesdome rectum thought
but a love drive heart steamengined

'


cubicuddle

a great day in the life of charlie

no sleep

you wake me up excited kisses

jump in a car

loud bob dylan

sunrise ees

eyes*

burn newspapers out window

forest walk

marijuana talk

make love

marry each other

bike a round

dance to unbearable sweat

sit with wide landscape

talking

sleep under moon

October 2010

Chai tea    ,    sweet not spicy    ,   warming my pen

sullens 4:30 Master Sun Plungened-

Matress minded      ,       seams sucking surroundings

Roommate won’t hear a cry

select for him Passing

                           $3.20 water_tea_chair- ambience             ,

unborn yelp urbaNa

may apparate.                                                                                                      haunting. like the

reEvolved tail(pharmaceutical dizastore).caught in

his back. wheel. a

tail        I’ve grown, out of yogurt spills of

memoranda [e]nam(abble)ored

bioterrorizate birthday cake

brOth delivahd

from your scent’s address;

dreamly orgasmosis cutting away the

orgasmoclastic fat when orgasmoclasms

clot in self-tailored

                                                    spasms-------

------------------------------------------example of---

----------------------------------------------the---------

----------------------------------------------hour-----!--

----discussing, by the stone face of

some asianly elder, in that san carlos jamba juice,

      unconformed stories of

our families’ horns

                                                                                                                                            exposed

gn(n, n,N)arled into[***] each

[m]other     .

…

…                                .                                                         . …        , ..          

                                       .

                                           .                                         

                                         .      ((((((((     ))))))))  ¬ orbicular oven

                                                                            . .   ..of unpleasantness

yes, passibly not the dreamly orgasmosis

                                              I hoped for

More to come                                   for

big tissue-girl,

shield me from forces of gossip an(,)d flu.

   

Shit sometimes

Shit sometimes is slow and warm.

(For those unlucky) Shit
sometimes pierces with
an impatient grinnn
                               n
                                   n
                                       nnn

Shit sometimes is the best
place to read,
few well-placed cracks se par at ing
you from a nauseous sink in
a dress of hair and the occasional
stew of toothpaste and noodles.

How much wood

Woulda wood chuck fuck

Ifa wood chuck could chuck fuck?

As I try to think
with the stars in gaze
still nothing goes pink
in my disguised brain
for the sky isn't you

that's why I've gone insane

Fiddling with plastic squares punched into an even bigger plastic square that opens up a small screen of a less detailed version of your face, my only vice these days.

We're running someplace and the trees are green because we've glued all the clones onto them and spray painted them blue and then yellow, to be all alone in this forgotten fire unmad house that we've created out of nothing, we're God.

Bad kids.

I can draw now, according to this textbook on my counter, before my proportions were all wrong and the sharp outline of my figure was taking away depth to my characters, expanding the cartoon feature. Shutup.

Your shape I certainly like, but I like too the shape your shape makes in the empty spaces.

In the empty spaces, I'll find you, not only in an untitled folder on a desktop with dancing shadows, but also beneath a tree and by the river where you long to fall asleep in silence and not in hot trendy bodied drunks.

I'm sorry.

But this is not the nice little poem you asked for me to write you.

This poem isn't even a poem.

You're imagining it.

I'm not even here, I'm behind you about to blindfold you with ten fingers and giggling before I ask you where you've been and where your bed is and the number to your roommate so we can ask him to stay with his girlfriend.

Here

Here

The people here are

     aural flare guns.

entertainting, To each Other: 

Elidists. Or Forwardly 

Intellectuals. Or Normals. Or

   

In their mouths are

   sticks and stones brea

king me with colored silence

                                     someone 

must

                                     charge 

rent for a

                               sit in Quiet

Someone Quiet…

hey you there-

En

ter your taint [of

love] in me so

I can write more poems

, Radiant cheeks that hide shy

from my

drunken

semi-

biserious eye

Things we gotta do

ice skating, boating, rowing, fishin (while kissin), start a garden

be good cooks

pasta cooks, blueberry muffin chefs (and we'll prefer to be called chefs rather than bakers)

kiss in warm rain

try on wigs, walk down the street with them- dance off! (dressed in costumes so no body will recognize us)

handcuffed together for a day

dream tease #?

bent over to kiss your patient face

bent over head into patient wall                  
                                                                       fell back giggling                 into sleep


dream tease

Time away

Once upon a time came
upon
upon
up
&
on again How about
Instead Many upon some times
Stories manifest far from fantasy We found
Friends fabricate
defunked happenings
Repeated in reality

an unsettling
Ree-al-eh-tee rings ravid
planet waves throughin me

a machine converting thoughts of a silly poem that is a body

With any dedication one does not change. After work you come home, shed your tire and you know next is to plant your teeth in ice cream with sprinkles. That dedication will be your healthy routine, essence of primal innocence of wanting.

You're my cup of tea.

this different one:








































even this space can't show how much     she fills me &
                                                             deserves no disappointments
                                                                                                       appointmented
                                                             but a battlestation bunk 
                                                             atop mine; never knowing
                                                                                                   (or noticing)
                                                             the siren call of war across basecamp (school/jobs suck)
                                                             We throw our bags on
                                                                                               toss aside nights worth of love laundry &
                                                             hold ourselves in-to a familiar-blue wheeled box
          Slither sidestreetssssssssssss        Steal free stuff from the enemies who charge fingers for words                                                  
                                                                                                               (so really, we're making freedoms!)
                                                            scour 'em perfectly                                                          
                                                            Thank you thank you thank you
                                                                                                          for painting my melancholy life with    
                                                             less piss-in-every color & more wordly wonders


            
Whether at an air raid scramble or a carnival massacre health clinic ranting riot brought to you by Kellog's 
we will bump into each other
                        shake hands
                        realize: hey, this isn't feeling right
                        &
                        retreat feet by sheath of 7 steps away &
we will bump into each other
                       shake lips
                       trace the designs grown into our curves
                       read every document ducttaped down
                       until we know &
                       cry
                                
: For this different one in my head
                             this only thing
                             that listens 
                                            

embarrassment

in the sweater
                   two flaming suns
                               in his armpits
and could wait
                    sit shelved
                                 decay
  triple chin avalanche
       pollutes his pencil-
                             smudged
avenue of a face
Jelly and butter on toast vender
vortex                 best upstaged
away from certified grandmothers
                              abhorence
                 with outstretched arms
Best
       stay inside
                    shivering in
the comfort of heads
   come       show some humanity

In construction:

a monumental pillar
made of
                                                                                            you,
your smile smitten sweet. I am in sprawl
while streams engulf me,                                                  you
slip your feet-
moonlit pebble slipping- your
blinding curvature
seen through                                        clothes I would rather not see
                               on                                                          you
give my transparency a touch more molecular matter, mind morphing
you in to behemoth magnitude,
                                                       uncomprehending
how? a musk only our love leaves strains an answer- tree's veins pass
these messages                                                                      you
can read these messages      
my eyes adhere to
                                       ugly
                                             not                                         wisdom



*Note: Utilize present spacing technique to include more secrets; poems within poems
                              

7 and 7
      sevens

jazz bank vender
peelers of seven colors
looking astonished
the eyes let out
the night muddy
Free me

The boots of gold
decompose the feet
into the spotlight
stage An animal
corpse in the
center intersection
all lights green
Plaster phuck
Plaster phuck

Moonlight dressed fire
Makeshift soft grip shape shift- yes
Sun, we, trap hands kiss

Mind ascent Head gasp
Center of blue green aqua
No Too Much, Enough?

Be there, here with us
Footsteps Frown Flowery Fawn
How! what, where? where ..where

BEST BUY YOUR
WAKE                            IT
       WILL             BE
    YOUR              LAST


LOOM YESTURSMELL
                     LOOM

WHERE HAS BLUE
GONE TO      TREAT
HER A THOUGHT
LEAPS OFF A
CLIFF OF SEX
TONIGHT SEVEN
TOMORROW
INFREQUENCE NEXT
AN EARLOBAL
PROTEST

Naked.

A million degrees of pikipaki freedom.

I am 99% conflicant that confidence has nothing to do with personal strength or potential achievement. The true mean-ing of confidence lies whistling between the mirror and the eyes of another.

Don't ask questions.

I'm no original, I'm a math teacher.

I'm a go-to-school-to-teach-go-to-work-to-gossip woman with a political stance and a bachelor's degree in i-hate-children-who-laugh.

The months traveled spin blue kid
call me a kid construct
ventriloquist choir did done
in front an audience of cigarettes
augment authentic turtle shell
says oracles' dreams
think old mulch could
lighten smile shadow dream
forgotten 600 button presses
and boom stale crackers for
a week last summer
balcony federal breach fester
bomb full be free bore
fuck Beautifully an adventure and a
                              7 more

As grape alcohol turns my mind, bald faces- bald, elaborate faces- wash into the twilight scene beyond. I am here now; good thirst for night strangles at my throat and every body surmounts to weak matter. They can't matter any more than the organic speck upon an eyelash.


--------

mind hid in a bunker of breasts
faces extinction in exquisite
scene psychedelic Martin Luther King impersonators
now seeking ideas to hoist yet instead
strangles their organs and rearranges them into
body mixture goop
matter moon do suncircles with
the some guy
every other some guy could barely recognize
                                                            barely

ai

lov

lov

lov

love

lovee

fall.

I found a Head today

DON'T REPRESENT AN IDEA

DON'T BELIEVE ANYTHING INVISIBLE OR UNSEEN

DISRUPT PEACE AND EQUALITY; WELCOME CHAOS

WORRY NEVER

READ

DON'T READ

CIRCLE WORDS

BE ART

STAY STILL AND BEHIND

MAINTAIN A STERN FACE; NEVER SMILE UNLESS COMPELLED

SAVE THOUGHT-ENERGY FOR NEEDIER INSTANCES

what? skin opacity is off today... disappearing so soon?

Keep me

twisting

twisted

in twist.

Chronicle of moments held dear

under the dark, under the dark, suburban cold,

hill by hedges, on a log, against

a tree, corner vending machine,

on a bus ride, in valley, through valley,

snow against a car, heat in cabin,

conceal the clasp, conceal the clasp,

long window suite, morning nest, elevator,

morning color, morning grub, tea, tea,

tea, cradling parking lot, against

the vanilla blue machine, frozen garden,

book shroud, pancake flops across

the vanilla blue machine ......

Panting backwards is dangerous for your health

Buildings will grow

taller

I stand idle Branches

inward Time

cycles around my head

as I lay on a treadmill

WELCOME TO THE WORD WALL

Time travelling

monkeys

vomit psychological

suppressants

87 miles per hour down the

corral reef

course My head

is messy

Suffocated sock

salad spat in

spat out Endlessly

souls crack

back and forth on tennis

court Rooms decomposing

trash market struggles

summoning devilish archers

of unwanted breast Milk

the evil out from under

those toes WELCOME

TO THE WORD WALL

Aquafetal boutique

Hound headed upperclassmen Pistol

barrels pointed

behind tablecloth

The hall door lingers with whining

and wimper

*Help me finish this.

There's a void inside me

There's a void

inside me

expanding every hour

I am an

invert sponge

Dry air

Skin.

Pores.

Hairy flesh.

The idea displeases my tubes 'n glands.

Hypercidal Civilian

I need some indicator- a dense nose drip, maybe a heavy dose of brain fluids mixed in, as well- to avoid, descend down from the groping vines that eradicate intestinal and emotional stability, acting with deliberation.

The world I live in, contrary to your barren planet, moves fast. I keep up by clenching my cognitive diaphragm, triggering all gears into turbo drive. With this, quality impairs, control over it varies. Then as I reflect on the project, there is ugly; no satisfaction, confidence downs.

(----------------------)

I imagine a beautiful corpse sometimes, not in a homicidal or suicidal sense, but as a sign of solitude and relief. Death is a curse and life is a blessing. What does that make me..

?

What a morbid post.

, to give a sense of what's in store for my reader

Elephants, not to be trusted, in any circumstance given they are geared in parachute garments- maybe you have a fetish with death by crushing?- prone to live in corporate exile, eternal miscarriage, and restless leg syndrome.

Nonsensical logic.