Monthly Archives: February 2014

the pomeranian on the playa

fat on buttery lemon-roasted chicken and garlic potatoes,
the lady and i sat sucking chocolate on the moon,
basking in the sunlight. somewhere–
a hundred miles away, perhaps–Chopin played
prelude after etude after nocturne after prelude,
brimming with beautiful. somewhere–
a hundred miles away, perhaps– thousands of
mirrors and mirrors and mirrors and mirrors
reflected upon the tower of my lonely imagination,
which caused a boiling and psychedelic aura,
akin to the sulfuric geysers of the Yellowstone.

when i awoke, a kiss. Continue reading

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possible reasons i got an ocular migraine in the desert today

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if you think everyone’s crazy, then you’re probably the crazy one

early sunday morning, the lavender grey sky leaked slight raindrops into my lover’s backyard. i lifted my eyelids, early as it was, and murmured some sunrise nonsense in sunrise glee while in my sunrise mind imagining my sunrise naked self … Continue reading

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spacing out

lord, can you hear me?

lord, can you hear me at all? i want to be an ear.

lord, i want to be an ear, not a mouth. i don’t want to talk to anybody about anything anymore. i don’t want to have arguments or agreements, disputes or discussions. i don’t want to update my status and i don’t want to comment on others’ status updates. i don’t want to tweet. i don’t want to whisper and i don’t want to tell secrets to the redwoods, because i talk too fast for them anyway.

lord, i want to listen. i want to hear everything the redwoods have to say, but i’d need to be an ear to do that. i want to hear the crashing of the ocean waves over and over and over and over again for all eternity until every last crashing drop of H-2-O is dried up and evaporated into nothing. i wonder what Yellowstone has to say. or Yosemite. or Jesus. Jesus on the crucifix. Jesus crucified ten billion times in mind, in wood, in iron, in ions of all kinds for two thousand years and counting.

lord, i want to hear the earth scream. (because i know it’s screaming.) i want to hear the universe wailing. (because i know it’s wailing.) i want to hear the sun singing. (because i know it’s singing.)

lord, i want to know what my cat is saying.

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