mid
night
kiss
dawn
walk
sidewalk chalk
& ice cream
sandwiches
warm
skin
satisfy
craving
to
be
nurtured
nourished
tranquil
buzz of tongue
and sleep

got no place to be
but here with you
there with me
and i could take you for granted
but i wont because you see things that i dont see
share notes on the illuminati
over a pot of cinammon coffee

you got delicate fingers
when you cut up the apple
you keep on looking up
make sure my eyes are watching
you know i think you got
delicate fingers

in the bathroom mirror
you come up behind me
your lips, they touch my neck
in places it hasn't been touched in so long
tell me they i'm beautiful
as xavier rudd whispers bountiful

dance in the kitchen
our feet ignoring splinters
you raise up those long arms
gather up the air
sing along

"let me be . . . free"

always out of the blue
into the yellow
shake to sweat
touch to lust
forsake the past
harmonica havoc

"would you let me go?"

in a yurt up north
mosquito lake
bruised legs
and lilies
watching every sky
every morning

drive all the way from norfolk
to see me
just to hold my hand
as i weep over blood that isn't my own
slipping slipping

didjiri . . . do you know how to make me love?
beyond the flirt . . . and fancy words . . .
past the mainstream heart & points of view i've heard

i'd lick my lips a thousand times for you
if you just let me grow addicted
if you just grow addicted
if we just couldn't get enough

and i have all the reasons left
inside
to give all the reasons left
inside
over to you all the reasons left
inside
all the right reasons

got no place to be
but with you
here with me
. . .

inspiration from a very beautiful xavier rudd . . . beautiful musician . . .

there's nothing special
about this phase
i'm going through
the lines have all been drawn before
nothing too unusual

why i thought it unique
is beyond my mind

faking vulnerability
to master the art of forgiveness
in all it's magical corners

hide out
from the rain
that puddles between my shoulder blades
as i lay face down
on a hill
in a park
waiting
for a ship to dock

save the small talk
for a stranger
and give no reasons

excuses are for mistakes
learn and try elsewhere

on dancefloors
under indigo lighting
words about hips
slip a smile
to an open armed trickster


misc. remnants in tune to a weekend of disshevel ~

zen
tricks
& a dance to keep the room spinning
twirl bells & beer . . . .
play it by
.
boys with questions regarding substance substantial
flirt eyes wide
.
sing along song
in the car
drive home
windows down
air medley
my favorite hearts

I'm gonna turn
and walk away
you can wait
til I am far along
then run and come
and catch my arm
and say you'd die
if I were gone
I want to hear you
call my name
it's too easy
just to say it soft
I don't like my language
watered down
I don't like my edges
rounded off
I can't always wait
for your circumstance to improve
love is loose it
shifts each time you move
go ahead, put my back
against the wall
give it all up
or don't give it to me at all
you never know this could be
our last night
so step back
step back into the light
so I can see your sillouette
I'm not done looking yet
save the profile for the camera
give me your eye to eye
I know all your secrets
and you know all of mine
mostly
I don't gofor the soft focus and the fantasy
I need something real
I can think
and say and see so
I'm going to turn
and walk away
you wait til I am far along
then run and come
and catch my arm
and say you'd die
if I were gone
yes I'm going to turn
and walk away you can watch me go
or you can make me stay

ad

. . . hmm . . . time sense the last entry.

how to fill it in ?

u-melt six packs in the back of too big cars, giggling frenzy with the boy and the girl, mushy brained sweat streak down the center of my back, hit on hard, and fast, and fans make all the girls feel sexy.

tattoo part 3. jersey. birthday celebration and sleep on floors with sleeping bag & snuggle.

daylight saves time.

deadbeats. examine the summer close with my usual trippers, and drink until we stumble into and out of dancing

donna the buffalo, leave early in my hippie gear to go see naked girlies . . . who get not the eyes i get, apparently young men seeking flesh would rather see hippie geared clad girl . . . sister shocked at the amount of attention, it made me laugh, and felt so revolutionizing to say fuck off to them all.

gala, and michael buble . . . haha - oh my beautiful gin & tonic, and wine, and beer, and van morrison, dance in fancy dresses, and suits, and coordinate myself to a couch to fade into and out of bad twentieth century movie . . . .

marijuanalouges~highlarious!!!!! tommy chong was awesome. saw a ton of folks i knew, michael, nate, kenny and co., and was able to get seats with my favoritess of favorites. . . . mmm number unicorn haha :) the band phish . . . wooooooo . .. . sucks. haha

park time. hacking the sack till sunset, then read writing to and from, critique and beatique . . . head to mike's for sopranos . . . what a great one too! vito in leather!!!!!!!!!!! vitos possibly suicide. tony's back! mmm coors light. haha

oh yeah and .. .. i am buying a car :)