Category: AKA

hunger 

The voices of fair maidens,
	not sweet in attitude,
their cooing so affected
	that i am not haply moved

But what do i know,
	ive been hauling around these ears
for more than double the years
	since they have been sent from home

Whatever.

I think its part pixel part coming back to senses part leaving them behind part painting the ceiling of oneself enrapt in silly chilly fever of the split-mind kind

But maybe thats just me, part reflector part projector. im coming to this place its the horizon of my face crested with charnel lavender, atrophied legs

Hungry lepidopterae,
	help the climber stay away
As the incline is not sheer
    the present struggle is fake

I am a plant, or a ladder way below
watching their own comedic struggle,
standing next to my father,
ahead of a queue of various versions of him

My mother sighs beneath our feet, surrounding us,
she holds us up

Erik,

my last two letters were sent back to me, both because of un-good timing —

I feel split, having just finished reading your letter of liberation // I am moved, but when I read about the paintbrush and look at the pictures again, I felt the split – between my silently roiling dolor and the joy of reading you, the latter being a Goodness of Life, the former the sort of status quo, yknow – (The Dark Night, etc)

Im in a cafe, only cuz im waiting for m car being worked on around the corner here in Little Tokyo. I have a 19__ _____; works great, just needs some tlc. i named him ‘Bird’ b/c I love all birds, but im thinking of changing it. I p much consider him my boyfriend, & i think even though im conscious of how we relate, I might still be to rough with him sometimes.

Driving in LA is a test of patience & requires zen-like fortitude and zen-like aggression

Precious, I could drive forever. I wish I had infinite fuel; maybe some day after I swap our engine maybe I’ll set up a really sweet and efficient solar / non-petrol system // the carbon footprint and fossil fuel usage is literally the ONLY thing I dont like about cars

You are the Sun

voices

lemony night — one night that contains several others. “i’m a person”, i think, “i think” #sometimes. with my Magic, a candle i brought in silence alights/ i, a lurid green flame, an Eye sees/ “Yall be less quiet around there” Voices, not semi ready for/
calling out, in chorus with the earth, those who love Her/ i hone the essence of the Great I

###”magic” here can be utitlized/accepted as a (personal) pronoun OR in this context in lieu of “self”