oh dear....

so i like to write sometimes.
i wrote this in DC....
i don't usually make these sorts of things public but...why the hell not.

today: possible sock puppets. most likely we'll work on painting so mom has glorious art to hang up all over!

next week: school starts. meesh be way busier.

i know, you all probably think i don't do any work!

be kind:

inner patience completes the cycle
vision beyond the faces
sleepwalking suits some just fine.
the profound is extremely simple
everyday occurrences meet with no resistance.
i’d rather be scared.

i am getting it out
because i am still trapped
my dream isn’t a dream at all
it’s a wish
a start and a finish

it slips slides and jiggles
to sick jazz coming from the hole
bitter slick feeling
they do say
some things never die

remember that time we cried
that was the last
of the buttercup moments
the rays left and we sat
without motion

i smacked you in the head
you pushed me in the mud
we threw sand in each others eyes
before we dived into the icy water

greasy jazz pours out from the dive
i want to meet you
there, in the madness
without it we can’t exist

too many times i smiled when
i should have stabbed you
i showed you my sorrow
intensity makes pillow talk meaningful

where did i put my apron?
i have to put supper on
i have to feed the little ones
and i have to water the garden.