I will love you till I hate you Hate you till I love you Love you till I hate you To and fro fro and to The pendulum swings The pendulum sings no wind stills it— My heart is a dancer.
The rain thunders against the flimsy plastic only muted ripples reach me How safe I think this is How safe… and… lonesome
What’s your favorite word today? Clouds Why? It’s a loopy word, It starts with a ‘C’ that is, a half circle like cloud fluffs yet it sounds more like a loop than ‘circle’ does, Isn’t it?
The grass, frenzied and wild as I in the embrace, of the sun, in its zenith– pressed unto the backs of my shoulders, my cheeks aflame, dizzy in its proximity like a lover too close, hair tickling the thighs as I lie on the lawn, white ruffles pushed to the side drenched in the tanginess of crushed…
The dandelion don’t make wishes The leaves shudder like rattlesnakes The clouds shape is anything but Does the river move forward or backward?
Mirrors curtained in wet drapes peering through crystals, lights stretched to the night skies, apples reddened in the frigid air. One more fat snowflake on a whimsy descent cool kiss its deathbed . . .
Death reveals all in it’s nakedness I am.
I seek refuge in words to escape from words the sweet irony in what gives you most joy gives you most pain what liberates you captivates you . . .
A splinter in the vast A splice of time A day in Mayflies A momentary split Dawn till Night engulfs whole
Turn me inside out through words wholly lived emptying the insides out into space till there is nothing of me left in here but everywhere . . .