I am the twilight whispering
cusp of spidery fate
a nomad heartbeat
sync'd to
mysterious
nebulae
oh
but have you met my sister
ghost twin soul
separated at birth
by death?
This is an ode to a two-faced god with whom there is no correct response
...my first stop of course, the ATM of my desire bracket blinking still in the night...
I Claudius a life measured In forkfuls of truffle and bloated caviar, crayfish swimming in bitch-brew innards of a bitch-whale
(utter silence amplifying the booming of my heart)
terminal velocity is an almost meaningless idea
I It is a crowded room or a quiet one always dimly lit and preoccupied in its demeanor and the clientele arrived in a symphony of gestures precise, practiced and postured a language we all understand…. Are you Curious? About the man sitting at the bar? When you walked into the room you both glanced up in the same moment gazes met unfazed you lowered your glance, so as not to be crass he ...
a schoolgirl daydreaming (gen x equations) … floating… into membranes… a plain of glittering minefields to go deeper. ) expand particular moment sense ocean velvet lilac colors in the surface of the water and of the body no ghosts / just the sprigs of things lovers as skunks— no tire tracks ladybird, ladybird, rust and dream fire grain oracles the thump thump of gila ...
gambling diamonds
In desperate need of turning around...