Monday, March 21, 2005

leisurely / sure i'll take it / really / it works for me

& again it is midnite

& i forget to sleep / for get to for get


it is in these dreams
i look in the mirror

a woman in a hat with a green silk
scarf wrapped tight around her neck
a sad face looks back @ me

what is this house of light & darkness

& i moved silent through the house that
rock built / smell the warm residue of cigarette
smoke in the ensuite closet / bathroom / burnt wax
scented candles / incense / / inviting

reminds me

of another time / a place of intimate excitement
wrapped in black flavoured darkness / coffee
& some thing about how the snow smells out side
& the whitening of the earth / roads impassible
in another time / tucked in to my lover's bed
our skin warm together /


a constant journey of senses / / for get to remember







& the trains passes through town / the fog low
wet / drip of melt consumes my ears / water runs
off every thing / the entire planet soaked in spring

run off / / when will it warm again

see i told you spring was over / / just can't believe it








& i am
languid


slow lazy day

don't leave the house


sleep all day / / wake all night


& i can't get used to this person
i've become / all day morning dreams flash
through the brain / i can't grab them long
enough to remember / / i'm certain there are
children in my dreams / /


& lately my friends are getting sick & dying
cancer / heart / stroke
















remember this : i will never stop being in love with you



look in the mirror & say this 100 times


self love before service / /

& i wonder what i'm going on about / lost to the thoughts again


how cliche' all the words sound


how strange


games only dead people can play



& there was some thing else i meant to put down
to riff on / / words to play games with








& foot goes numb again / slightest pressure deadens
kills the circulation / & i wonder if this is a bad thing
that the blood refuses to pass / move on / go to the places
it's suppose to go






& so now / sprin g break / oh 2 weeks of children home


well @ least we don't have to get up in the morning




& soon easter / Oh god i hate these chocolate holidays
we are forced to endure because we are parents to
wide mouthed sugar munching children who demand
their fair share of mass consumer ism

so i'm changing my plan for bunny day / may be buy a few small
chocolate eggies / & a present each of something that is NOT
made from sugar & food colouring / /

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