Tuesday, November 17, 2020

skeleton woman


all over the place
picking up the phone like

cooking real dinner
finding freedom
(within)

if life is the wine
between the jug 
and the glass

and if I'm not wrong
becoming the lover
of your own nightmare?

to be touched well
the pain after 
without it

my miniature 
hectic nature
(a diorama)

cuz in the Big way
I want you to feel so good
so full of love and
if I can be involved 



the way she
smells like soap 
on the 3rd hug 




Wednesday, November 11, 2020

hUge dream


woke up from the mess
with a sore throat and
your name in my mouth

maya says to see it
as a wall hanging




Saturday, November 7, 2020

other side


yesterday was strong
and crystal

mom asked
is this a rainy day
in LA
I said 
kinda yeah

manually giving
permission to
abstract relief 

today is lazy smooth
I wanna have sex
but 
eat sardines




Friday, November 6, 2020


the mountain looks nice this morning 
clear with delicate sun
I’m thinking about you 

the way it's 
warm, dispersed



somehow 
the thinking is oiled


a serious calm settles
on this long edge
in the shape of
a question or
it calls up 

the peripheral alphabet

I clock my kinks 
for phonics,
periphery




it's a good day 
for gravity 

the red light 
at the mountain

Thursday in 3 
slow pieces
when it's done 
 
work between 2 pillows
and the clouds want to break

Thursday 

in the custody
of its own gentleness