Just sorta there, being, with my hips at a higher decibel then my mind, shaking their thing in time, with the beat goes on, encounter midnight open handed, throat scratchy gin branded, eyes glazed attention, demanding. Blue bulb electron sticks to your lips, as your hand follows the arch of my back upward my neck, shiver me …

wanted to get into the car and drive this morning.
i know it wouldn't have taken me too far, but i didnt care. i would have gone until it stopped, even if it meant ravena . . . and just stayed there. just stopped with it - and rested. would have kept the radio on and killed the battery - would have sang loud to whatever the disc jockey wanted me too.
didnt.
walked to work. faxed the paperwork. called the this who and other. put on my dress shoes. buttoned up my dress shirt. left my edge at home.
talked to a familiar. it was sweet, sad, different ~
want to talk to an unfamiliar. want to be an unfamiliar.

dearest yoko ono
found out today
we were both cocks
melting in chinese chances
one lunar eclipse at a time
orbiting round ringo
two by two
hurrah
some strange sea creature
we were meant to be
but here we are
laying on our backs
squinting at your ceiling
wondering if
our
john
is staring back

for what it's worth
im willing

althea ryder.
soft and smells like new . . .
beautiful yet worried of my own shortcomings in the process.
i dont want to fuck up something that has no choice. . . .
oh well.
it's all a process of trying . . . and being i.

more to say.
about things.
me.
it.
all.
i think i'll sleep first.

savoring the french, vanilla.

vanilla.

french the savoring.

vanilla savoring.

wine spills on carpet
stain eternal the blood of my clumsy
toes damp lapping up the remainder
drunk they walk me
around in circles

salute the unfriendlies
wave to the bend-he's
been on since june.

tear up my dress
with fingers unrest
find the fortune that lingers

super size me
may my world hypnotize these
give you something to sing for

no sun to wake up
guess the time by shades of blue

rhyming to rancid, and backward thru
the dictionary breaks
the eye in two

bonfire in the heart of albany
strangers mingle loud
lighter fluid hands
and scarlet begonias wandering around our ankles
drunk sense of self.

wake to chocolate cold
aching stomach
and shady grove
reminding me of southern california hours before the border

grapefruit in the canyons of joshua tree

my car bending around the dust
the words being etched into my insides

"wish i had a needle and thread . . . . ."

I want to know what it feels like
To kiss you laying down
Feel your stomach
Against mine
Warm bellied
Breath against tongue
Inhale my craving

I want to know what it feels like
To have your fingers
On either side of my hip
Thumb to bone
Four to flesh
Tight enough to tell
How much you want me