Wine on lips and tounge

Wine on the lips

smoke on the breath

Some say they like it

some say they don't

Spring up!

An ugly person could never wear that dress

it's reserved for the emotionally brilliant

ones who will dance in it

song (eternite)

The sail has gone
the ship is strong
It reaches out to most everyone

The sail is gone
the ship is strong
It reaches out to most everyone

You're walking straight in front of me
(you know just where your going?)

We've got plans, we stick to them
('coz we know where were not going)

The sail has gone
this ship is strong
It reaches out to most
everyone

parched

barf out, barf out a new one and pour it down my wide open throat.

success?

Bright blacK

Tingles on the left

the last two fingers, scaring me.



Tingles in my toes, and only on the left are they going numb and leaving my heart racing like a boat, wanting shore.



Scratches on my neck

the back of my neck

making me scratch my temple, the one to the left

side of my eye kind of doing the same.



Hope for a warm bed tonight, eventually rolling up in a tight

tight ball.



Same t-shirt I have worn for weeks

new air i suppose\filled with cigarette smoke



keyboard covered in a dusty cloth

dusty 'coz been sitting like a rock



Is it getting grey? Like I never thought?!



Crackle from the ground is my music tonight alone with the stupidest street cars flushing out bad words like 'peace, fullness, energy and future...',



they are only ugly because WE have MADE them this way.



LET'S SHAKE THAT WAY! (vibrate off, making the skin so dry that it shed's off new light)



Talking to much causes illness, to you and the listener.



It is time to discipline myself, feel a bit of shock, a shock of cool, bright black tender petals of newness!



Because, new flowers in my room, rearranged furniture, won't be enough.



Will the tingles fade or heighten?



and, when they go, will I know?



Until then I will dream of a light blue turtleneck against a boy's skin I think about time to time, a ruckus so clean, and clothing for tomorrow.

...invitation...

Gather round, thickness of zone!,

I have chilled too long in your irrelevant throne,

Proportional bones, make peace once and for all!

I don't care how your heart beats, it lessons the truth,

when you talk to much the information gets lost

to

never

return

again.

gather round, thickness of zone

Mozzarella, avocado, tomato, plum and oil...

The sky in 5 layers or so, conjuring up feelings and heartburn.

(Women in WWII were told that when someone is dying, they are failing. I am failing she said, and then she died.)


We know when we fold, and turn wee in our beds that it is time to go out and grow a new head.


(to be continued...)