TWIRL IN THE GOWN
The leaves look better this way
Undressing a skeleton 

A lanky family of limbs!

Ramshackle candles incinerating 
Words chosen for the occasion 
That special purpose

Floating uncannily towards 
Annihilation still waiting

The doses u cannot nod to
Recording myths

Teasel mullein 

Assuming they’ll ruin everything like the last One

Too
Much money 
Too little time
Puzzled with a baby bottle 
Commerce commencing in suits in cell phones

Sitting still may be tricky 
staring at the same painting
But it’s still nice to touch something
A cheap trick 
Surviving like a date palm

PUT ON YOUR THINKING CAP

Shuffled around a Garcia from the beginning I remember when the visa ran out and it was back to the same queen on the coins they took something about they nicked our birds and so they bumped into eachother she said same thing happens todays

How do you throw a knuckleball consistently 
The demise of it the expiry of it
All the tricks in the meantime 
Then down through the cloud

Why is you can no longer find the collected letters of authors?
I find it easy writing to you
Becoming an author 

Singledness inconsistencies 
Be ready for the wave 

CONTINUES TO SINK
I need the energy of human being is like gasoline 
I made it back to bed 
Any Freddie Hubbard will do
Shocker
Absolutely one thing at a time
Knead the dough a different way
I know I have tasted blood because my heart has driven into it a stake 
The rock feeling the ridge down the through cloud sky

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A Marianne Moore Reader
Black Tom explosion

THE VALUE
SMILING INTO THE BOX
Smuggling value
out of today 

A motley gratefully dead
Shooting the chicken 
club and soup

Steely Dan (nodding heads)
Years gone by and still the 
same poker face 

I am changing on the (surface)
sleight of hand
Blinking

Piecemeal rolling the dice

A leaky faucet is all they’ll say
All the of the action is (the good action is in the library)
in the library 

So
He glances at me
Continues peeing
Between two cars 
As I to walk towards the entrance
Catches up to me and hold the door into winners
turns out looking for new jewelry (with his wife)

A business is a story is then a person
Congrats u mastered 
the fundamentals 

You find it outside or inside those people talking to you
The invisible quarrel

Erroneously 

Suddenly  (I’m) ready

Absolutely

When things burst into life.


— either you can’t drive a car or can’t make a bed
WHOEVER SHOWS UP IN THE GOOD TIMES

WITH SIMILAR ALCHEMY

The whole thing is mixed up and pleasant at the same time at moments
By the wishing well
 
Powers of evaluation notwithstanding 
Fast and slow big and small circles

GUESS WHAT THE AUDIENCE THINKS

Saw a squirrel running with a pumpkin
Mistook a pigeon for a dove

Like a secret that sounds like a commercial

….. (committing) Somethings
I Might get used to

Because the leaves seem on and off

Typecasting the seconds 
Of the season 

Extra summer more mercury
It’s all kind of one thing 
leads to another

/That’s a safe rejection/ (petty rejection of indifference)
Knowing too much about the production 
For it to (actually) progress 

Im a bloodhound for flow

Taxing time/time is repetitively taxing/Asking for a friend Especially 
exuding confidence 

So is the dance we get 

Flaming mystics scorching earth In the forest

A Strange house of dreams 

The sorta season to get used to
The sorta subtext to context 

Foreign intrigue 

Patterns melting (disintegrating)
All of my
steel 
resolve

(Because, although, though, like, despite)

Actually asking for it
The whole thing is a
romper room

LOTS OF OPTION HERE (WHERE TO LAY DOWN)
Then remembering
The others in the room 
Assessing the drugs and the dreariness 
World building showing
some leg
Hoping she’ll come out dancing to the music like a genie out of a bottle 
Standing and staring out into the urban nirvana
/Do you wanna know what animal balances on a branch like that?/
This is going to take a while
The drifting til the end 
Within then 

remembering 

The space between the languages 
sitting backwards going forward
On the train 

Sooner or later she’ll run out of dynamite
Continuing the conversation 

And I’ll consider the tolerable options along the way

With whatever love is left here
Reading from my break in case
of emergency book

MOOD MUSIC OR MUTED
Boogie hobbies notwithstanding
Outstanding duties shaved by a silver bullet 

Overusing the word adventure 
Climbing a poor man’s ladder 

Child’s play and anyways
Like riding a bicycle 

Usurping lacunas

Two cups were left on the table at his previous seat. Each with a stir stick in it. 
He sat with his hat over his head phone which were not connected to a cord. Big yellow No frills bag blocking his face from view. Whatever he was listening to was indistinguishable from reality. She passed by me with the mop picked up the two empty cups and placed the yellow wet floor sign on the ground 

THE BEDROOM OR BATHROOM

There are many things you can’t do while learning to play the piano. First off there’s no talking on the phone because you need both hands to drive the car

There are ways to orally paralyze your senses and play listen to them like a glockenspiel but 

I get the impression you only have thirty minutes with the physician the teacher said, maximize your time while you’re here

Leave your metaphor door open so you can jump out when you need to just make sure the car is parked.

Scratching elbows and heads

Full of Joyful lattes and RnB 
I’ve been on the lamb for weeks and now you want to check my ticket
Everyone walked past the flattened budgie on the pavement looking at their phones 
Not even taking a picture is worth a thousand words
 
At least a car shepherd nodded and said that’s the way between those two lines

/I fell off the wagon as soon as he was born/I was on sleep deprivation when most of these sentences bumped into each other in the street after being in prison unnecessarily 

/come on Dixie wrap it up/use your stick on the ice/

Parking lot blues can we 
Please do something 
About the music

Pepsi cigarette donuts and Yeezys on feet
I don’t want to pay 20 bucks for crystal stilts or Elton John but I want my soul cured

Reading Week: Cheat Code CD

DO YOU LIKE ACRYLIC OR AFFLICTION 

Keeping my heart in my chest is a chore 
Especially when it tries to dance its way
Out through my mouth 

I dropped in to rake the leaves That flutter across the street off the trees in an orderly fashion

Who would we be without the ignorance 
All knowing and all seeing of what?

I’m assuming the doctors will say it’s general anxiety but I’m worried about leaving leaves in the driveway and on the sidewalk

Some should be left on the grass in the back because there’s none 
growing there

Thru all of the highlights 
The good

Organizing the basement 
First starry eyes on the other side of the screen

If you get a scale in a bag fast it will calm down


“Roughly, computer programs can be very prolific in generating, but (to date) have proved less capable at selecting.”


“An important question, of course, is whether an authentic creator requires some ability to evaluate their own creations. Perhaps, as Oscar Wilde argued, there is a sense in which an artist must act as their own critic — or not be a true artist at all.”


“But the aspect of consciousness that seems most important — the phenomenal sense of a rose being red, the night sky overwhelming, a loss heartbreaking — has so far defied scientific understanding.”

“A major corollary of this conclusion deserves to be stated: Inner experience can’t be defined as a computational process.”

“AI lacks what is most needed to place the footprints of its own consciousness on another mind: inner experience. That is, experience shaded by the accumulated memories derived over a lifetime. The absence of inner experience also means that AI lacks what is most needed to appreciate poetry: a sense of poetic truth, which is grounded not in objective reality but rather in subjective experience.”

https://www.noemipress.org/catalog/poetry/travesty-generator

EVERYONE HAS A STORY
The way you tell it and what use to tell will determine the outcomes —- that is if people get u or not 

To dump is to defy history and Instagram at
How do you cover all 
this ground 

Little trees summering in fall
Zinnias growing and dying
Between the scenes 
of Turkey vultures 

Everything about this story says Walmart
Every cork and bean  has a story

Pressing play seeing what happens
Reading Shakespeare 

Say it how you’re liking it
All’s well you can regally
Find the middle easily

Poetry in AI says disguise 
For depth and height

More of yesterday to be had
Today lost 

Maybe the less you knew about eachother
The better the eyes can see

A slab of text with inner furniture
Explain everything
Each part of
The story 

And u left out the convenient parts that talk about life

How do the line breaks taste honey
Sweetie can you hear me
You left out the
 fun parts 

All the nauseating sentiments since you’ve been gone like that song

Along with that story about that kid riding a tricycle with a bucket on his head through the aisle 

When was the last time 
you went home.  To see the old man starting into space on the deck where u used to eat

Allergic to silence so I play Charlotte Sometimes by the Cure

The street etched in my dreams elucidates a story

A palaver 

the neighbors may still be listening to the radio colloquially 

Kerry James Marshall

UPSTAIRS DOWNSTAIRS
You’re just what you noticed
Ideally the smelly pine trees

Freeing a word then 
freeing a sentence 

Carving wood
Refusing to comply 

Off to the fountain 
Out the back door of the race 

A second person can 
corroborate the
Evidence 

A letter making a word

Pressing survival 
Mode

How many assumptions are you making

Anonymous circles which know one could predict next

Running out of sanitizer
What I dumped my phone into Ai?

Roadkill can be another way to go about it

Cautious of nonsense 
Conscience of nothingness

Desire vs default

From Ottawa valley calabogie
Protein 
To bear approved cottage country 

A shapeshifting ring 
A well oiled machine piling it selfish
With a cash prize every minute 

To that I’ll say fading into the background 
Staying sticky to the incomplete 

Too much person
Being too much feet

Moon rising out of the suburban night

The exquisite corpse waiting imprudently for the jubilee 

to See if some magic happens

A TWO STOREY
Fondness
/No 
Matter what you do for
That perspective/
Theres no service here 
Only secrets
New balance and imagination 
South east right cheeks sunshine Sunshine
The way it looks is out of this 
world wicked cruelty
Balancing acts, and performative everything
Falling leaves across the beach
Jokers biking on tricycles
Held by string 
Soaking wet Labs 
on leash
Her shirt says ac dc
the seat is breaking next to me
Seagulls smuggle food (along the lagoon)
With the gusto of wind
/I just got a new pair of shoes/
Everyone is drinking big beers and nobody is reading the menu
Running around pressing ancient tablets (buttons for security)
It’s a mess 
A bizarro version of the same thing (yesterday)
my left cheek feels a cold easterly wind weak 
In that lifestyle as far as I can tell
Hear and see
Holding onto those moments
From the peanut gallery 
Stick your artillery in the canon
Shoot it off the pier
Or
Stutter it if the edge instead 
Hedging bets on no less than nothing

(Acid in this existence in the sky
100 miles of it)
Smoking generations
Singe ing oblique oblivion 
Needlessly 

A peculiar dj is playing
Dancing queen in my ears
And I’m reading the sea the sea  by the sea

Seems like I’m ice skating with cement in this situation which still doesn’t make sense

And you will remember this scene
That pizza saved my life 

Some goners maybe and the rest useless groupies on the Metallica or beber tour

Somehow no polkadots INTHE end zone nobody can predict the score

Keep a firm grip whoever’s a gas

And if I’m being honest ;
(on top of it all)
I just want a posh 
Quench
Thirst
Pages of the same-ish thing 

Maybe 

A handsome way of doing things 

Rolling around in the vicinity of your sanity hoping you’ll like me 

A Doorbell
Communication falls in the crevice of the couch loose change nobody is listening to
Folding in neatly like spaghetti 
Resting tragedy musically gently on Gravity 
some like the security
You can slap a new chain on my death trap 
Then I’ll relax 
/Like that’s not the worst thing in the world/
Do you have a goal
Repelling what you see
What happened here and what was supposed to occur 
Empty tables with their clothes off
Practicing with chop sticks 
What amounts to basically a home cooked meal
Tuning everything out to a dud
Audience engagement metrics
Needs and wants
Across self sabotage 
Or surrender 
The weather isn’t very clear to me 
or not
Despite how sprite it looks
Tips and tricks dipping in
Had I the time
Had I limed less
William Carlos Williams 101

A CUTE PHOTO OF THE BATHTUB
Maybe it’s just down to an impeccable sense of timing

Said Gossip:
/Taylor invited me to the after party/
/I was in Europe and they don’t even give you the option to tip/
/she’s like older younger blonde/
/in one of the seasons that girl played her younger version/
Answered/RepliedSmall talk:

Let’s not do that dance

Eating a utilitarian meal
Trudging through like a civilian

You’ve heard it all before
As energy passes you down the street

The kids bought all the dickies
And being trini is pretty punk 

I’ll have what they’re having
You know coz that’s 
just the look

/I can’t believe I’m here/ (believing you’re here)
Remember when you 
had an imagination then it
Lifted thru the exit like a labyrinth 

They’ll be listening to you
See you dancing upfront

Born of a different spectre 
Star Seen in plain sight 
Dropping a pin explaining 
How u got here

This is shit is a smoker
green lights/no brakes
pedestrians play 
high stakes
Cars take 
no prisoners 

Man yells at dog
Dog yelps at man
An orator roars Uber

Time roars on

You wonder how (you got here)
And they keep going smiley 
Tart And ready 

The drummer frenetic in 
the background
Beachfront 

Is what I want and you 
can have anything 
you want to

A Moving( here )mistake
But the music is great

Maybe I’m just a dfa 
Kinda guy
And everyone is falling
In love
As long as I’m wearing
A hot cozy sweater 

Everyday is a breeze
Unless u ask for my breath
Like a bonehead

The gears get twisted 
The combinations 
get locked 

/It was Klopp on percussion all along)

I’m gonna blow up your phone your ass look phenomenal in those jeans 

I agree

whoever blew up the
Situation 

And dropped the match 
Is still at large

So says the clock

Maybe at best am acceptable level of no. Compliance is all we’ll get
But I bet they’re Praying 
Yo us from beyond the graves

There’s a six run difference 
Between u and what never ever ever ends


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I worked in a kind of handicraft way.The advantage is that you are independent… You realize that the Hollywood technical slick perfection isn’t all..but that the spirit and the love to do the things counts.

I tried to balance the law of chance and the law of order. In living this conflict I created my work. I said yes to this conflict.  I listened very carefully to the chances which the surroundings of my own work or people or whatever I read or hear or feel offers me.

I need to know what I’m doing is really the right thing. I have to satisfy nobody else. That does not mean the artist has no social duty.  He is part of the times. What he expresses is what the ordinary people do not hear, feel or sense as clearly as he does.
Art means being. It’s a new form of being.it’s what Thomas Mann said, it is between ordinary living and ideal living

SOMETHING THE MAILMAN DROPPED OFF
- [ ] The headache that is her nephew  is visible 
- [ ] Behind the dark shades eyeballs
- [ ] Just buy extras of what you have for gifts most people you know like what you like
- [ ] All of my books are falling apart and my passport is found 
- [ ] Everything strife and riding a vice 
- [ ] Order again
- [ ] Call me if you need a running advisor
- [ ] You couldn’t write this day
- [ ] I didn’t even recognize her— I tried to identify her by her eyes but her hands first those I always remembered (recalled) — they fidgeted quickly with her phone —- maybe to the text me and say “hey it’s me behind the mask — and it’s almost Halloween how have you been—- 
- [ ] Bc of a stasis in some area

EVERYONE HAS AN ACCOUNT
HILLS AND VALLEYS FLATTENED INTO 
EQUALITY
GRADUALLY
Eggs  overeasy over coffee
Just enough abstraction concentration 
Stories knitting the yarn 
Listening to words pirrrhoourette
Glistening gossip
Burned by the times
Human attempts at actualization
Why are people still curating their lives?
Edge of your seat stuff
Due a few high park trips to get fully immersed in it but It almost feels more like a new year or winter to spring transition…Lots of unknowns to look forward to!
/you’re regulating yourself/
/I wanna frame it/
The story hasn’t changed since children
All of it babbling on
A masquerade 

MAGAZINE CLEAN AND TV
You must be a red sunfire
I know this is a place full of flippant compliments but it would be an insult if I didn’t at least say youre moving my heart adjacent to trouble 
And I’ve never met u maybe
What do I even wear
I own a lot of socks and underwear too
Love skip or survive 
How is the change in season treating you
Amidst the ambient nonsense 
Why be surprised when I arrive 
Telling Stories from the Cheapseats

https://electricliterature.com/martha-baillie-on-the-ethics-of-making-literature-from-a-loved-ones-suffering/

https://poets.org/poem/wont-you-celebrate-me

BEING ALL
If you leave me wanting more and less at the same time
 We’ll be fine 
Experiencing Every awful thing alone
At least two temperatures 
Different imperfections 
All kinds of Gemini
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I don’t know if you’re the type that takes compliments besides but you’re crazy gorgeous 

thinking of
- [ ] A page turner 
- [ ] A good catch

Imaginative Qualities of Actual Things

WE ARE
SOOO KEEN
It’s the lingering that bothersome
Based on the questions that can’t be answered
Erasing the answers the questions you’re unsure about
Testing tasting 
Ok that’s perfect 4pm Paradise!
Of course overzealously because we have no idea what will be
Everybody is listening to profanity
And a list of raspy complaints
Forever raining compliance and imprecations
In the most evasive manner
Waited the rain out

The poet is listening to a couple argue about pregnancy the male taking no responsibility typically as some would say but this is blatant “I can deal with that crap” a slur from the man’s corner— he’s not an early riser or an enlightener tho he stretches his chin in contemplation thinking about little jimmys “little does he know” how his voice stutters. Such is our future and meanwhile I’m on tinder living my best life.

/You like being alone and I do too/

Either way dipping in the pool

Someone is throwing darts at the wall

DO WE THINK 
/I love dogs in clothes/
Stanley GRAVES
Vitreous
How are you getting through a day
Killing time
Beneficence
What do you need?
What are your Supplies to get by?
Survive til the amber coloured  sun goes down
The chat expires
Tant pi’s
Crashing at some recurring juncture
(Like Connor mcgregor)
Here visiting from last year 
(Still with a crush on Heather locklear)
Life’s good Irish whiskey
Assuming here is just where you were last
Looking like a walking “theres no other way to do this”
Wiping blood off each others chins grinning at the sight of the others 
Estate sale 
Sweetness 
Blowing a kiss listening to Stevie Nicks
Rose and crown boa constricting
What do we think 
And how do you argument ketchup 
Blood death
A game of chance 
Heating a diamond
Rolling black dice
Maybe you let your weird
That word fantasy
 slip out for a minute
Coz you wanna do things that way
Tasting incredible unthinkablity

COOL
It’s somewhere in the future 

Wow! 10 years, after 
that’s sets off quite a chain of events

A total surprise 
A nightmare or did you have a feeling?

reflecting the inner stretch of time and the pleasantries of possibility within darkness 

Private Dancer, Black Being the happiest part gravitating towards freedom cloaked in the confetti of life.

All misterioso

So interesting/ed

Pulling out a moment of magic
Another score

You put it out there and the sun shines 
Right back at u

These funny waves along the shore
I guess you’re getting warmer

Or you have me fooled 
This already happened 

The ship was simply delayed

On the other planet the body operates upside down

We can write the story how ever we like

HOW
Faces melted like lava sinking into the seat like quicksand 
/you know who you sound like now? Me/
Smoke break Susie
Stakes suspense surprise humour
“If the power goes out will people care”
/that is not what praise and worship is about/
Dealing with the authentic article 
Basically there already 
All of this and you have never even played a cowboy on Halloween 
Let the pitbulls smell your blood
So very DIY
Some sorta being
Another contender
Who is Yupo
Always gesso 

I feel the the squeeze of the cost of living here as well so I guess it’s the trade off of space and access to nature that makes it a selling point…

 
 

NOW
Sound Lab
Karaoke Room
Quaint unassuming well manicured
Log cabin
Tea tree oil
Coruscated
/I did that drive all the time/
Watching Turkey vultures fly under the rainbow
Hot topic atm… I stayed with my friends who are living bicoastal
BAR MORDECAI
A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again
Becoming a Writer

NOT TOO KEEN
Homesteading 
EnergIzing morning sunlight 
Shes doing a great job with that setup
It was a pretty wild experience I’ve never done a race like that

Cursive
A nocturnal animal melting in sunshine
A slave to whoever shows up next
Scattered in a hazy maze of text

Three Lives (book)
In order to evolve you must dissolve your steely resolve 
Untangle 

Djuna Barnes
paul bowles The Sheltering Sky

“It is not to place adjectives it is to learn to employ the verbs in imitation of nature”.

“I am not a technician and have no interest in technique for its own sake. If my technique is adequate to present my seeing then I need nothing more.” Edward Weston

Autotelia - as originally coined by psychologist Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi - describes a process by which someone has a purpose in, rather than outside of themselves. "Those who are autotelic depend less on external rewards for their satisfaction, being driven instead simply by purpose or curiosity.

Bad Handwriting
Tomorrow could be any flower
Fictionally
 Just you wait and see

Pockets bleeding
Geordie Vardy
A comical cab fare ride
Tastes like mistakes left and right 

Some people take their fish and chips seriously 

communication is kinda my mandate

There can be a bit of expansion when you get out there 

I might as well have been the death of a loved one 
Never not on the brink 

And we’re taking a selfie and eating twinkies quickly 

While the bus driver is maybe hammered

On some sort of teleportation 

On The lamb, headed to a slaughter 

Binged Downloaded the whole season

I heart like I excavated black diamond from the moon when I plucked this Bradbury quote:

The Enigma of Rona Jaffe

The Veldt - 1970's

THE EARLY WORDS GET THE BIRDS
Said person to adjust to accordingly 
Repetitively stepping on toes
Kissing your own statuesque 
bust form
A walking bad idea 
Sure of what they’ll do 
Months later and then 
They’re gone 
The thoughts 
The additives 
Blown up like a supernova 
ALotta secrets not worth saying
Basically skydiving and skinny dipping at the same time
And Working feverishly at it
So you just skim it and like it and press play all
Get along 

Sort yourself out at the rave or that island you’re on
And conjugate the early worms sav

Another time traveller along the way
Kit
In tow 
Any Human Heart

Mourning Doves Always Turn up in the Morning Poems
What else do you expect
The whole thing is an adventure 
if u Stretch it out laterally
The kids are getting started at it again again
Goth and glasses the future looks dark
A conversation you’re not apart of 
Your hands says surrender your life spells says supreme 
In a blood red state of mind
Considerate and careless at the same time
Unfolding
We found it too easily with our pretty imagination 
The itch
in the Ample pamphlet 
Ruffled feathers
 feeling not functioning 
The worst thing u could do is live
another chapter Sink or swim 
at least fifty percent 


 

You Don’t Really Need to Know What That Is
Looks different leaving
When did you last go to Alaska
Or sit in Whistler listening to piano
Eating an after 8 Oreo 
Proof that the body remembers 
As you move deeper into the expedition
The exhibition increases
Stillness Is an easy target
If you stir the tension rises 
To we can’t be here anymore
Rambling along
Some shitty delay
Do u watch it all online or live 
Coming off a slow conveyor belt 
Echoes of slow low tone
Reality 
Sheldon the Octopus
Unread emails are a crime
I’ll try to find you next I’m in Vancouver


 

Not Fancying it Lately 
/two different personality types/those things don’t add up
/I have no perception of anything/
/for me to guess that stuff!?/
Takes more than instinct
What’s underneath it?
The deep blue sea
Some would call it a suffererst for all
An earful
A bald eagle
/Literally a giant grizzly bear behind me and there’s o way out/
Thank your hot chilli peppers things aren’t worse
Trying to claim the land
Sorry for bringing u down
The game of deception 
All these different things to keep living a life feeling alive
There’s something erotic about the topography
The blue lights 
I hope you fancy it lately
Given it Armpits elbow maracas
Selling shoes in every accent and every phone adapter in the world 
The city is Atari
Splintered out into the universe 
Loveless feedback
Playing on Vhs cassette 
Golden Arches grilled melted lemongrass
Sweet a for rent green cranes
Growing pains
its what they said in an aside
That’s how’s a city blew itself inside outside  

When You Close the Door
Collect Your Things
Grizzly —Love and Hate
Buy a bear hug
Sweep the mess under the rug

Recommendations:

Runs: Pacific Spirit Park (trails in the city), Seawall around Stanley park, Lynn Valley/Lower Seymour (mountain trails)

VIEWS: Queen Elizabeth Park (can also run here if you want - it’s all uphill)

CAFE: Kranky Cafe, Elysian Coffee

Neighborhoods: Mount Pleasant/Main Street, Commercial Drive, Kitsilano beach (on a sunny day - also good sunset)

FOOD : AJs Brooklyn Pizza, Sing Sing, Sushi Kaido, Slims BBQ, Fat Mao, Como, Phnom Penh, Ahn & Chi, Pizza Coming Soon, Super Baba (takeout)

BAKERY: Purebread

Bars: Key Party, Mount Pleasant Vintage & Provisions, the Chickadee Room, Brassneck Brewery

 

Remember to Turn off the Stove
Please
I was looking for a book but only found the missing page
Everyone shooting up their own mountain
Kind of a sexy walk
All the time in the world to figure nothing out

https://www.instagram.com/15_kites/

This has been an incredible trip

 

Nobody Knows
I’m not sure about anywhere
so we step in puddles 
 

You don’t have to pose
Living these years
Stalking a shadow 
@xcrossinglines
If you have to 
Each piece is already broken 
Rip it up and start again —

Only You Knows
Adventure by the pine
Past Alice lake
Around meltdown valley
Running
Lost in the Interpretive Forest
The Rain
a gentleman in the matrix
at Motel 6
How’s the Weather?
Judge the matter 
if you’ve figured out how to do this sort of thing

What’s on Your Nose
Already going backwards in life
Rewinding the train doesn’t 
Gotta be rigid

Who knows what and who 
Don’t you trust

U figure something out
out of anything

I’ve been that same one that’s ran into the weather

Unmoored 

Your home will always be full of joy

They say

I lost my passport the night before my flight
Be of those things that or times rather when something vanishes into the universe 

One day it was on the counter waiting for my departure then it was gone

All these passports coming and going 
Standing up and sitting down the aisle

I can’t even retrace my steps 
There were none of consequence

I was thinking about death and then another thing happened on tv while I was eating that takeout waiting in my living room

At least it’s a domestic flight

How do you YouTube and google at the same time without wifi

Destinations mystic preparations
And just how you remember it
Time past this


 "I make, remake and unmake my concepts along a moving horizon, from an always decentered centre, from an always displaced periphery which repeats and differentiates them" (xxi).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OnmjKWPEjQ
 

What’s on the Next a Page?
do we Split over this? 

Seasons change, pages turn maybe you’ve heard The Word on the Street

ACKNOWLEDGED
The uneven terrain will even you out

All That Isn’t
And not a thing more
Jerkwater

The Language
For Devotion 
Seems a bit crazy coz it’s true 
something unknown
Sideways rage
The youth of you
What’s the use of u
Sometimes the problem doesn’t intrigue u
Lean in when you need it and back off when you don’t 
Make tmrw feel like Christmas
the Difference is tolerable 
There may be this one point of digression  but that’s a different story 
Be ready to catch the next fly ball
that's How Stella got her groove back
thinking about how they cut the hot dogs buns and sealed em again
sometimes they don’t open

Everything But
You can do you

Maybe the same rabbit hole, these entry points 

Robert Lowell
Tram Combs

something will surface
Something will suffice
Why concede to your type

Loveless
In and out of it 

Attire - Jeans and T
Shitty Shania Twain

Rhetoric/FAQs- send digital file, elevator pitch, who made this/who to follow, what is this/what other products do you have/what else are you doing, why was it made, where can I buy it/where can I follow 

Product- Quantity of Tapes, Stickers, Branding/Slogans, Walkman, briefcase

bootleg

Make a Page Record
Make Your Mark
After School Special
Saturday Morning Cartoons
I’m a Page Turner
Gus Dapperton 
keep taking pictures

Mood Music
Something spicy
A shift whether you like it or not
Scaling a mountain in unison
Constant diagnostics checks
keep taking notes
It isn’t the words it’s the attempt at the words that are the action which speaks
 Keep fixing self or else u can’t help others
Don’t pontificate

In the mood 
People are really jokers
By and large
Indoor granola

/Maybe you dropped something/
Might be a problem
sketchy 

Maybe you gotta want it
Patiently constantly 
You got me 

I don’t know my body , I don’t really know anybody and this entire journey I’ve be been straddling somebody, this inconsistency

 And now they see me

Clocked and grilled at the seven eleven 
all black doc martens and all

I gotta pay for compliance insteada joy

I should have moved out today

Tossed the seven of hearts 

So many fun things we can do

Morning day night an hour within a lifetime in the afternoon 

A heart melter
An empty glasser 

Just grazing that crazy
Crayon gradient  X-ray of
Feelings 


http://www.twoplumpress.com/bookshop/countrymusic

Tasty Brunch
Sex machines

For Lunch
Sometimes I’m thinking about it sometimes I’m not 
Too many hard to reach places 
roué

To be honest my body and mind 
are still a little shredded 
from the effort

“Snyder argues that poets, and humans in general, need to adjust to very long timescales, especially when judging the consequences of their actions. His poetry examines the gap between nature and culture so as to point to ways in which the two can be more closely integrated”

Leftovers
In another life time I’d be fatter
Like i was falling apart at the time I knew I would do it 
Another ripple in the universe please

In the Oven
Succor
Turpitude
feel up

Always Something
Pay attention just when you lean into it
Your environment 

To think, the inception of this whole thing was almost a year ago and it’s been 
Acting like burst photo in my mind the whole time —We time travelled

Loaded Baked Potatoes 
I’m running through the numbers

Pain in so many place 
I can’t count 

Equal parts relaxed and worried

Those people lived
Maybe they’ll say that about us

Catch me at a better time

Just to think, the inception was in December 

Juicy Episodes
Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey - Songs from Vagabondia (Dodo Press)
So at one point I build up this like 6 minute lead
We had ourselves a race
People are working here
/what time do you get off/
The sink is breathing down my neck
Low dopamine Life Like 
Splitting stimulus tree
Feet tree root rock
Tree 
time slots
In memories
Juicy little episodes
Blissful vignettes 
That Inxs song comes on in my head
That line “im lonely can’t think at all can’t make it out”
The repetition of it all
Figuring out how this all works
Which body parts still have a part to play
We have ourselves a race
Feet Tree root rock 
chimpmunk squirrel sparrow
There’s this bar up the road still open
I’m always pushing it to the limit 
Past last call
I’m spent and hell bent on finishing this
There’s very much unspoken 
Of what’s broken going on right here
Gaslighting cracked leaves
Memories
Now we’re moving somewhere 
Past the death of it
Our hobbies are like people that
Keep us in check
Like mescaline and calypso
Back and forth 
We have ourselves a race
Desired effect 
Fraternizing 

“Snyder argues that poets, and humans in general, need to adjust to very long timescales, especially when judging the consequences of their actions. His poetry examines the gap between nature and culture so as to point to ways in which the two can be more closely integrated” 

Casual Sneakers
Missioning
If you’re not paying attention I’ll turn into someone different
Maybe a bigger shot needed of who we are in this context 
What a fragrance

To think that none of this even sounded crazy to me
I made it beautiful because it wasn’t pretty 
It’s the first time I’ve seen a runner since 
They look majestic and ridiculous at sunset

In a broken part of the planet 
Where the tooth got knocked out like rocky
A rocket chockablock together 

/we all get together and do that/
Scrolling thru songs at the stop light/ 

Business as Usual
Climbing 
Happy trails
Goodyears 
before things get busy on the ranch
nothing is easy
Things are eerie
Life is numbing 
Everybody has their own mess
Walk along the shadows
All I hear is my footsteps

Immature
The land has figured you out
Only watching the weather
It’s part of the charm
Whatever you can get at the gas station
It takes skills
And then you hold onto it this way
Can’t transition to the other world 
What are witnessing
Sized up a little differently with the lions out
Low brow nfl

Forever Ever
Having a moment
Paving a way by example 
Temperamental accidental sentimental
Pass thru another day that’s an afternoon an hour 
Make a five dollar bet because you fancy it
Never see the deers
The land has figured u out

Undercover
The topography of your body is lovely
Grounds
Robust coffee
Peanut butter and honey 
/this is the punishment for getting up late/
A stir stick a pit stirrer
Rich chocolate 
5 shades brighter 
A new human emerges
Any colder and I’ll melt
Some funny sunshine out
Items 
A chalice at the end of the detour
I suppose it could have had a more devastating effect
Just a pacifier on the ground 
A hawk over a hotel
Behind on preparations
There are the herons
Or regrets 
Where the ferns are dead
There’s the product of something
Moon swans like a rock
Thumb up hitchhiking 
A pirate eating wild Turkey 
Reading the conditions 
Of the leaves
Seems unbelievable but not at all
Footsteps back in the mirror 
Laundromat/already ambient sounds
Interviewee interviewer an interest

However
We’re going on a road trip
Always cheating
A little to the left
Bring along your posh hockey bag
And you’ll come back with at least
One story
What’s your idea of packed too much
Oversized baggage 
I come in three different colours
Blue
Green 
Purple
Guess which zodiac is which
A bit rich semiotic
Chevy automatic twitch
Show me how to work it now 
(Careful 
How 
You
Say
This
What about impeachable behaviour 
Unspeakable or not
Maybe there’s a better way to spell it out
Like carne meet me in the middle r
Replaying djdjjfj missed exit roadkill wrong turn
Bring along your sentimental bullshit 
And I’ll wrap some cinnamon buns bring the bologna invective 
Sweet tongue tied pork
We’re on the lam
Whats weird about reading a hardcover on the beach
I’ll Put on my good shirt
Spell combative with a k
Kindness
Leave the emotions in the bag
Forget about everything 
Cuz that’s what road trips
Are for
Steer clear
The cycles are clear
Calculatingly sublime

Burn the case or make the argument
Maybe orange like pumpkin pie 

Speaking in, there
Everyone’s We can get obliterated at chilis
And leave it at that just happens
Kids throwing food
Pick up where we left off
One of these mins over matter people
Motel carpentry a tapestry of lament
Basquiat streets art deco Catalonia
Hot 
Used a lot of mercury
Local news in That crazy lobby
School shootings shits gotta stop
This guy is announcing it like a joke
All business as usual 
He’s killing out there
A rabbit is a good sign that things are falling into place 
Using all of the words I don’t get
No need to play the whole scene out 
Some things are just never enough of a good thing regardless 
A violet dandelion 

All that I love you so much
It’s a heavy trip
Capable of it as well
Why Would it hurt to step on it
Foot on the gas
A different type of the same someone
That used to be you
/what’s the plan?/
I’m a dog that needs to stare out the window with an element of delinquent dismay
Or just lay in the grass some days 
Eating change
You’ve already dictated this
With all this I love you business
I need words 
Time stamps
Another wave of things 
that don’t matter
Paraphrase with sage then
Just relax
Pick up traces
Keep me off the scent
Sold an apple pie instead of blueberry
Caught in a web nest
Anonymity sickens
A Blackhawk enscon
I’m sorry I’m never the same
And we are grasping at gravity 
Everyone’s another reality 
alarm bells ringing


“In the end, life is motion and change, and both are only possible through the representation of time.”

“Time, it argues, does not exist “out there,” ticking away from past to future, but rather is an emergent property that depends on an observer’s ability to preserve information about experienced events.”

“The answer, as was suggested by the founding fathers of quantum mechanics, is called “wave function collapse” or “decoherence.” The light becomes either permanently on or off—or Schrödinger’s cat alive or dead—if we, the observer, measure its state. When we measure the quantum state, we destroy its coherence.”

“The emergence of the arrow of time is related to the ability of observers to preserve information about experienced events.”

“In the world of biocentrism, a “brainless” observer—that is, one without the ability to store memory of observed events—does not experience a world in which we age. But it goes further and deeper than this: a brainless observer does not merely fail to experience time—time does not exist for such an observer in any sense. Without a conscious observer, the arrow of time—indeed, time itself—simply doesn’t come into existence in the first place.”

“These ideas became the basic components of Gothic Futurism, a philosophy that Rammellzee continued to develop over the course of his life. “

I’m sorry I’m never the same 
Everyone’s another reality 

True Romance 
The bites will be here 
When you return 
I’m not rich and the white hairs getting harder to pluck out
Self reflect mode is code 
for self destruct
A charade contained in rigamarole
A little more wreckless with less 
Paying attention 
Whoever can afford the nonsense

True Crime
Lots of ways to blow up 
Maniac Jonah hill
Outfield practice
A missed fly ball
What a performance 
So much vanity
Tied up in Starbucks
Swimming in how many people are here
Sick thinking about what’s not euphoric
I’m having a stab at it
A separate entity to my identity 
Making a grand entrance
I’m entranced by my own theatrics
Depressing in that direction
Being awful to be faithful
A better pace to move at
Higher heights to drop to
I Finally cut my hair today 
An animal groomed
for the landscape

Pyramid Schemes 
I hope you have sensitive taste buds
Vivid dreams 
Winning before you’re on the field
/you always need that one person/

why build a ladder to climb?
Why fault the choisir
Kissing for ours
Three bins upturned
Chasing you
A hunk of tomato in your teeth
Where is this guy going backing into a curb
Leave uncertain things to chance
Scampering cats

A line up of nobodies
Can’t hit a moving target
It was a skewed number all along

I’m not sure what I’d do 
if you said you liked me

Maybe I would keep eating
My insides like noodles

Or start a new project To project
my restless emotions

You can’t kiss a moving target 
Or tell me you love me 

Because it’s a story 
I don’t believe 

I hope you don’t have sensitive taste buds
Im known to burn

Leaving sweeping remarks
In a neat knots

An embarrassing hunk of tomato 
In your teeth

Quite the choice/chance
Why fault the choisir

When we’re Vivid dreams Wrapped 
in a Pyramid scheme

In the armpit of terrible 
tickling for a joke

Then things get quiet
Three bins upturned
We’ve been kissing for ours 
Alley cats under the lights

Feeling the effects of this lost cause 
Who doesn’t love the fall.

Pell mell, jim-clean
Things will start to get quiet

Man loves individuals. Man loves things. Man Loves places. And the vagabond lover of life finds individuals and things to love in many places and not in any one nation. Man loves places and no one place, for the earth, like a beautiful wanton, puts on a new dress to fascinate him whereever he may go. A patriot loves not his nation, but the spiritual meannesses of his life of which he has created a frontier wall to hide the beauty of other horizons.

WHAT THE CRACKS ARE UP TO

I’m sure you’d like know
The glow of the bright discreet scene
The Sunflower are on shrooms
Idiot proof
What’s next
You should be offended by this music

/it’s very shortsighted/

Remember we’re going in circles 
When’s it okay as a survival tactic 
Can I get the keys to the Maserati at least 
I’d love to wrap it around a pole
Dancer 
So some of us can have a happy festivus
We seek and employ
Weak knees and beliefs
Minimum wage

It’s not who you think it is 
Back the car up slowly 


 

The freaky headline Intrepid mise-en-scène No matter how you slice it The longer you avoid it/the screen We’re scratching the surface of who we are Interlocking, interloping You have the floor A stones throw far away

THE SLOW APPROACH
Creative cadence
Maybe there ones thing missing 
You’ll have more energy if you do nothing
Maybe down some bubble tea
While mercury retrograde fades
Somewhere in a future
that’s a real Fleeting
Leitmotif
re:scene
Optics 

WHO KNOWS ABOUT IT
Whatever happened to
Note self: why be not be alone 

CROSS THE T'S
Trash can
Lollygagging
Once saw a flower open
Seeing what I see 
Through those eyes 
The marbles rolling around in my head
Then on the floor
I scrub the floor with myself
Maybe a fragment of imagination at best 

UNDO THE KNOTS
At the very least
before you melt
your Stupendous anatomy 
Maybe it’s not even Monday

HUSTLES
Might be when it’s alll said and done
Nothing more interesting than 
osheaga behaviour
Joy joy felicity 
Inconsequentially lessons I’ll tell you about later
This is America apparently 
A mismatched pair of flips flops and all Small Talk
Don’t let your house go up in flames 
How many states? Migrant mental escapes?

SECRET HANDSHAKE
Definitely entrenched
Pigeons eating candy
Make a wish
Expectation vs chance
Patience vs hastiness
A taste of it 

PINKY SWEAR
Lost track of the math
Eaten up in added tax
If infact I’ve added 
the facts up 
Correctly
Duplicity
Sensing not senseless 
Burning not basking in the quest 
Taking Deep breaths
Contemplating next steps… 
Spring

THE GOING RATE
Dearth

#pagerecords

DONE RIGHT BY ME 
Random banging
Alphabetized cans
Might take that sparrow a while to eat that bread
I can afford you emotionally but not financially
Expect something cringeworthy
Tough bargain
Compromised Eyes
50 Cent on the dollar
You’ve got the whole place to yourself
Too many exhausting intangibles

HOPING THAT WOULD BE THE CASE
Overthinking our audience not simply in awe of this
Don’t let the story get stale 
Workshopping
It must be 4am
family ties
Balmy

The minute external pressures creep in you’re doomed
/and then when i was in my relationship/
i took The pragmatic approach
Catching a feeling 
Frisson

Konstantin Stanislavski: “Love the art in yourself, not yourself in the art.”
 

SURPRISES
Tying shoes
Still laughing having a blast At 82
Lopsided purchase
Two ways of saying the same thing

Please make your thing happen we’ll all appreciate it

THAT'S JUST THE THING
Impugning
Not copying
Could be broken
Some people can tell you what happens next
Hearing solutions
Sideways gardens
Agog
like a walking pollock
complacent
Running 
dancing
in Space Mono

WHAT'S GOING ON?
They won’t let you pay em
Path of least resistance
is Happy and flattered
As if nothing mattered
Hands on hips
Untitled disaster
In the wrong batch

Lean curves
learn curves
The sprinkles make me think
Spreading pool balls across the table
There’s plenty of room under my shirt for you
Strumming lightly
Tender buttons

YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ANYTHING YET

still Blank canvases to fill

the Summary of Touch and 

go Temperate times

TRUSTED
The white hairs are coming
Between the two birch 
Splitting the oak along the trail
Scorched earth
Hot pink and specialized 
Comfortable mistakes 
blindly 
One thing at a time

ESSENCE
You’ll worry sometimes
Take notes in your dreams: First look the part then become the part 
Stretch out thoughts exercise trusting yourself naturally
flex your muscles throw your weight around a tree
The process costs a lot
Take long breaks
and see

THE PLAN
Who wants to polish a turd
Whatever a dead end is
Just like a foggy moon
Staring at the butcher shop window
A whole other pizza to eat
Short cuts
Tied to people who change with chains
More hot sauce for your deleterious self
Compatible failures, compatible fears
Years lived differently
Different triggers 

FOREVER
And yet and iota 

Sept 3rd or 4th - Bus to Detroit - $106 or Ride/Gas
Travel to Brighton $100USD or Ride/Gas
Hotel Brighton CA $599 total

Garmin
Shorts
Top

considering side hustles

We’re stretched out of asking for eachother
I get a little stressed without another
Change and change
Everything enough
a goodbye
Good enough 

NRE READY

Branch in my time
Bigger thought bright out of the sun
Big 5 personality theory
Principles of psychology by William James 
/take a photograph/
Time stamps
That’s when u go to work


JC a 3:27-6:27 9:07-Finish
Changes
All this writing and nobody biting
Past the jazz era of what won’t happen
Beauts and blue prints for later
Too many cheat codes
You’ll be fine I’ve trusted you all of this time
Not phased by it
Saul Williams suggested it 
Living fast loving fast for the clock of it
Always seen to  the core no chewy more of it
fires and flames going out in august
The safest way out is the fire escape
Words that fog us
Gummed cut shut
Gems that emit the biggest hit and miss of us
Most of all
Black sabbatical approaching most of all
Sick from the fall 
The time in reverse a blessed curse
It’s an iPhone thing just went to freedom
Slow squad all along, walking past the swan song
Landed at see we will where we will be I mending this poetically I trust you   Paying atentinaately
Semi pause long log
Sea where the song goes a wave to award 
Unless you build a pyramid
The passion is in the process
A day on Venus is a worth a year only a shadow when we once were two
Finders view winding thru
We learn to navigate around it
How does it never feel like end
Keep to the people that see u
U see me is we u u in cardinal direction that is true
All inviting never inciting this
Never missed a step of you believed believed always steps true
There is at least a half full glass and we will savour it if we have 
INTHE junction at the function on our last hot blue light
Shattered glass collection shedding new light 
You’ve taken me ground me and flown me flowed me to n 
Shone your energy on somebody and felt somebody else and shoved me off the shelf
Crazed conga you’ll be fine 
Woke Work
Too many irresponsible 
One shocked octopus 
Moving words
Shifting product 
Don’t say that with the kids around
Useless idle speculation 
The third thing 
Less time less silence
Intuitive to who’s intuition?

Shady
It would weaken you to say you 
Loved that man
It would weaken you to say you can
Or at least try to believe it
A feeble plot of metronomy
Jasmine lavender then sage
Basically running on cbd not empty
Who’s takes that chance
And speak saying it slowly because you
Can
Leave it out and they’ll eat it
Whole
We all have things that will break us 
juggling seperate selves In a circus 

THIS OUGHTA BE GOOD
Caught in the rain 
Two poodles a cardinal
And inch
Everything gets lost
A plane over the moon
Someday I’ll be over those walls
Inside the window, looking at the foggy fear 
adopting a feigning selfie expression in the rearview reflection
Its only clear that I kill myself once a year
going up uphill
Managing the friction 
Watching the flame go out
What’s going to come out of my mouth next 

RAILROAD TRACKS
Little jabs always 
All the family is here 
WATCHING THE EVENING NEWS
Freedom bad news and enough is enough
A sparkle in the woods
Creek flowing, meek growing quietly
Cold feet for once
About 801 pounds
Second to what’s happening in your head
Maybe seeing you is seeing me in an answer instead
/human connection is so weird/it’s good it’s just so crazy/
/I don’t recommend it/
/you would probably like it/
When did people lose it?
Still with the clanking business of ships

You can read Butler, Camus, Cartesian  or material musings and they may not nail but when you hear the voices of the everyday you can sail in it. A moment in time and a philosophy of the mind of everyday people and what life is when you listen — closely.

Save the Date: Summer Break Mixtape: Poetry Reading @ Station Independent Projects on August 23rd, 2024

Sailing

Life of the Party
Featherweight 
Paperweight 

Graveyard Shift
Preparations
Stablemates

No Mas
Daylight
Hasty Market
Nothing Ever Happens Here

the coming storm 
Inciting its existence
Tremulous,reticence 
Never look at the weather or let it dictate your day
The storm clouds are far far away
Fighting from a distance
Desire in restraint
closing the window from words
the conversation nobody is having
irresistible pieces in the breeze
half happened hysteria
Troubleshooting
blanket trigger statements 
Everything is the truth
when you sit with each,  how they teach
A prayer to paying attention
Waiting on the line 
listening to the thread
… or damp sunshine dread
How do u invite the weather in your head
the coming storm
exciting existence
preserving your nature

YOU INSIST

WHOS ON THE ADVISORIES BOARD FOR THIS ONE?

Ok I’m game; shot each per day here min, as many lines as you want, and format any way you choose for now. I’m sure you know, but do not overthink it we’ll work it out later, once the words are there we’ll know exactly what to do with them after…  Until the launch, let’s just email or phone call for otherwise if we need to so we can see how the msgs layout here… This is the first serve, thanks for that chat today, night night froggy!:

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE
TALL TIGER LILLIES ARCH LUNCH 

LUMBER
Maybe they know where I’m going 
How I’ll get there
/it’s all about active support/
How you wanna get there
Pressure drop Muzak 
Tell me about it tonight when your minds not right
Warping and enveloping yourself in the night
Goal to be flowing all knowing l

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Greenberg

NOT EASY
Living specifically unspecificallly or not right now 
A line birch tree in a forest
Platform samba

Friendships

Wouldn’t you rather not know to keep me on your toes?
I’m shut, some people only get the starter pack
inAuthenticity 
A shady patch to pass out in
A way to go about things
It’s hot tiring and bothering 

Undercover friends 
It went something like this before that first unsanctioned kiss
 
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Save the Date: August 23rd, 2024 

Happy Leo Season! 

Why wonder what’s gonna happen?

Who speaks to you when it’s raining out?
Passion babe or learning,your sage?
How does The past sound? Loud?


When she asked me if I wanted to buy a paperweight globe 

I said no

Noticing the zinnias within it 
I then reconsidered it

Every flower in the garden
Is a friend

And that’s where we began
Conversation
into the night

Everything about our life
Honeysuckle breakups 
breakdowns addiction 
And strife

In sync and precise
Just an opposite 
Slice

I would go home to warm sheets
And she would be sleeping 
In the streets

All the ugly 
private

And then some
Because we were lonesome

An empty paperweight globe

Traded 

for a million dollar conversation.

CONVINCED OF INNOCENCE

Flexing and sailing 
Record wailing into a void
Not on a timer
Off clock

The name to describe the feeling of the whole living thing
Spinning in thin air

I know myself well enough for now 
not later

Old Milwaukee ice
Kinda irl
A candy swirl on a gobstopper
Chilling out with the dog on the floor
Thats 
having a blast

Thinking about (reckoning) the past
And foggy      futile
futurities.

Awaking to music 


Truth be told, I’m getting old. I don’t even use an umbrella. I walk alone, I’ll find a way home. I am ridden with lumps from all these bumps. I found another path, smoother, and I can see a future. I’m sorry, our paths are diverging, I want to always be merging with you. That’s true. Merge is tricky, the paint isn’t a solid stripe, even though our feelings are still ripe. I drive my car very so fast that it won’t last. My path is here, you’re not on it. But I will always hold your hand right beside it. Tandem ropes, navigating the biggest most treacherous slopes. 

You once said to me that you could see a future with him, and with me it was less clear, but you chose less clear.. Things change I get it Megan did the same, it’s terrifying not knowing sometimes; but it’s the love that’s the guiding light, it doesn’t matter how dark the path. Any path that looks smoother or clear is just presented that way 

LISTENING TO SUGGESTIVE MUSIC
Drinking more water 
Extemporaneously
shaking Maracas

Parried

Never a smooth operation

Another 24 hrs

your favourite meal is Paying the debts of neglected love 
like a wet dog in the rain at night
You get the scraps
a  distraction

COOKING


Octogenarian

It must have taken her 
Five full minutes 
to stop

Angle back correctly

Bend knees slowly

Steadily clutch her walker

and pick up

What had to be the lightest

Most precious, stray and 
valuable seagull

Feather on this earth

put it in her purse

And continue along
the concrete 
beach

All the exercise 
paid off


Spelling Records
Not just words at the end of the day
writing the last of the emails will be quite helpful
 foot on the gas foot on the brakes Overcompensating
Something that chronic will slow you down
There’s striations
Red yellow and navy 
nothing to satisfy emotions
but a soft landing on  a full moon tonight
Long sigh Virgo rising 
a hill to die on