Thursday, October 15, 2020

question soup 2.0





naked in the Sunday sun

the fan licks 

everything I hung on the black wall

dancing with corners coming unstuck


the fluttering


he's painting a flower with his tongue


I'm tripping on colors


rainbows, black and sunshine


subterranean matter making earthly shapes


holographic, sparkling


















what even is a relationship?

an envelope you step in and out of

consent to a mutual reality

something to see by, to see through




I sit on the bench over the beach 

with a cigarette as heavy as the ocean

little girls or are they little seals 

bobbing in the surf

this doing nothing

is who we really are






I want to see the flowers the way I saw them

I want to see the people they way I saw them

I want to hear the celestial music

see the higher order again

be better for the people I love

make them better too

october 14


normal person  after
opening a book 
this morning
the better 
to
                tackle       an intra
personal  workload 

volunteer my brain
to compute progress
   
  a slow typist

I sms,
I need love

songs with doorbells

in   headphones


the drums sound

         
        across the street

spread the word
evenly,
my contacts

eating 
alone

we compare
and contrast
but it's just

this   big evening




Tuesday, October 13, 2020

zoya


an ultrasound on my 
un-pregnant belly
it's the closest thing 
to tlc, despite our
small tussle
tell me, I said,
is it normal? 

she said she couldn’t tell me
she said, enjoy your weekend,
you’re young

how come my reactions 
are scrolls
I frowned 
for like
1 minute
of silence
for my woes

Sunday, October 4, 2020

harvest moon

my heart breaks something like
in half to not be Home 
in October 

I feel like cardboard instead

for the 8th time 
in sensory hell