today is a kite
blue lips
many messages are spoken in cloud.
i'm alone.
i'm flying.
this sky machine
air underneath my feet.
gravity sucking the life
from me.
i don't know how to get back
to holding you closely
the breeze is beyond
and electronic.
i remember Autumn
so differently.
come white birch
in script,
back to me
back to me
trailrider.
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EMOTIONAL RESCUE
November 3, 2013
October 22, 2013
June 22, 2012
Of magic
You cannot prepare for magic,
it is an irrational disaster
of joy.
Luck's parade
is a marching band blowing up horns,
tumbling pop cans down pavement..
all flags.
This justice is for lovers,
a wedding of runaways
three to a hula hoop
nine to a star.
Magic is a circus,
a surprising shower of clowns
a pink stampede of horses
and sleepover clouds.
You cannot prepare for magic,
it is an irrational disaster
of joy.
Luck's parade
is a marching band blowing up horns,
tumbling pop cans down pavement..
all flags.
This justice is for lovers,
a wedding of runaways
three to a hula hoop
nine to a star.
Magic is a circus,
a surprising shower of clowns
a pink stampede of horses
and sleepover clouds.
June 16, 2012
i'm building a boat out of my heart.
a ship to voyage.
you are invited.
i will need your long arms for sails
you can be king
of the animals.
the maps are drums
the charts are in a lonely language
i prefer being lost.
let's listen for direction
let's see in a blind faith
a twin compass of clouds.
no wind between us
everything behind.
a ship to voyage.
you are invited.
i will need your long arms for sails
you can be king
of the animals.
the maps are drums
the charts are in a lonely language
i prefer being lost.
let's listen for direction
let's see in a blind faith
a twin compass of clouds.
no wind between us
everything behind.
May 26, 2012
Voices
the first time my heart spoke to me
it said things about god.
i was a little child.
before that my heart mostly mumbled
i heard it through a swaddle
then later in a very old and ugly man's lap
that was before fear of things like elderly lips
and dried spit and the thin skin of the ground calling
to a human that the end is waiting.
back then i didn't know why i loved. just did.
or why i curled in the lap of death. just did. for a cuddle.
or why i wanted to feel wind on my bare chest.
just did.
after i became comfortable with the voice
it became my own.
and then i said a lot of terrible things
and then i sang a lot of pretty melodies
and then i told people i love dearly to go fuck themselves
and then i cried out loud
and very loud.
and then i laughed like in the movies. the wild girl.
and then i told stories. lies. jokes.
i told men i loved them. men i didn't love.
i told myself to be quiet. but out loud and everyone heard.
i gossiped. i whispered in class. i told the truth.
i said i was sorry. i said i was leaving.
i made promises. i read bedtime stories.
i shrieked. it was so scary. i moaned his name.
i asked for help.
i told myself i was beautiful. in a mirror. in Indiana.
i told him i love him. i love him.
i prayed. the voice of a child. the voice of god.
my heart.
the first time my heart spoke to me
it said things about god.
i was a little child.
before that my heart mostly mumbled
i heard it through a swaddle
then later in a very old and ugly man's lap
that was before fear of things like elderly lips
and dried spit and the thin skin of the ground calling
to a human that the end is waiting.
back then i didn't know why i loved. just did.
or why i curled in the lap of death. just did. for a cuddle.
or why i wanted to feel wind on my bare chest.
just did.
after i became comfortable with the voice
it became my own.
and then i said a lot of terrible things
and then i sang a lot of pretty melodies
and then i told people i love dearly to go fuck themselves
and then i cried out loud
and very loud.
and then i laughed like in the movies. the wild girl.
and then i told stories. lies. jokes.
i told men i loved them. men i didn't love.
i told myself to be quiet. but out loud and everyone heard.
i gossiped. i whispered in class. i told the truth.
i said i was sorry. i said i was leaving.
i made promises. i read bedtime stories.
i shrieked. it was so scary. i moaned his name.
i asked for help.
i told myself i was beautiful. in a mirror. in Indiana.
i told him i love him. i love him.
i prayed. the voice of a child. the voice of god.
my heart.
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