Every day begins as gray
We move to divide and refract
for hue to wiggle through and live
(Even leaves know the blue of arrival
the passing away of red)
Colour is decay
All of us exist to fade
(I will remember you in a thousand shades
even if most of them are dead)
When nothing stays but light
and even that is eaten deep
at the heart of everything
(Oh what travesty)
Oh what joy
what a rainbow must surround
the black hole
at the center of the galaxy
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antimeat
no i don’t
write about other people
my god
i’m a startled bird
to my own body
listen, here’s a rock i found:
no sorrows hold a stone but set it down
only time will touch and then but gently
joy herself speaks quiet a single word
stretched in ecstasy over the aeons
a stone is all one, no matter its parts
the beasts that die inside us: materials!
that vary wildly as the great cosmos
you know that every stone is a sister
sand to saturn, after a moment:
another, a conduit for all time
even the pearl can see that growth is slow
settle, let the world revolve around you
2023
I want this year to be filled with roots and flowers
For the soil to cling to my feet
As among the berries I go
For weeds to become neighbors to become friends
To accept the warning sting from bees
Away from places too sacred for me to understand
Holding hands with moonlight and the breath of water
The pond rising through the reeds to take its food for the coming season
Alone I am never
Will never under stars be
Lonely
Cardinals will sing my lullabies
And send fireflies to light my way
For the soil to cling to my feet
As among the berries I go
For weeds to become neighbors to become friends
To accept the warning sting from bees
Away from places too sacred for me to understand
Holding hands with moonlight and the breath of water
The pond rising through the reeds to take its food for the coming season
Alone I am never
Will never under stars be
Lonely
Cardinals will sing my lullabies
And send fireflies to light my way
Stop correcting me
It’s one thing to remain fond of what was; it’s another to harness your time to those no longer present. Not the dead – they have whatever you give, which is enough even if nothing – but the living who don’t think of you. The ones who don’t give you room even in thought.
Who else could live there if you let them go – if you stopped looking at their pictures and their curated joys and sadnesses? Why are you preventing yourself from finding a place in someone else’s pictures instead of simply absorbing theirs?
Early morning
Two blocks wide, footing rough, the path curves up and away from you.
To your right, the wall is soft, bluish, cold. The wall is flesh. The slightest pressure bruises, the surface more delicate than expected. If you push further (of course you do, just to see), it breaks and divots and weeps a mix of runny gray and viscous black. The wall feels, the wall emits a low moan of pain every time. The path is neither wide nor smooth enough for you to never stumble and to stumble left is impossible.
To the left is nothing. Supposedly emptiness but don’t touch the wall. You have goosebumps rippling along your left arm with the fear you might touch it. You see below – is it a brain? A city? A storm from above? Dull flashes of blue in the dark.
I don’t know what to tell you about the wheel you’re on, the wall you hurt as you walk, the city below you. A hill or a wheel or an impossible climb – did Sisyphus have a moment of triumph that first day or did he learn over time?
Has hope abandoned hell or is it master there?
Necessary armistice
I watched the street split yesterday. Big, beautiful cracks as sections bulged and water poured from beneath. A main broke, leaving a bed of mud in long rivulets all the way down the next block.
Partner and I stood at the kitchen window throughout the day, giggling as people displaying criminal amounts of inattention drove right past or through the cones, tape, or other blockades of the repair site. One man in a dark blue SUV thought perhaps he could fit through the meter gap between water company trucks. It didn’t go well.
Later, the dog tried to traipse through the sewage mud, seeing the street as a new creek to play in.
Currently reading: The Worm Ouroboros, House of Many Ways
Birds today: metric shit load of juncos
Mood: gem-encrusted goblet full of warm, congealed blood. It tastes like cheap chocolate pudding.
another test
Everybody needs a friend. Nature is so fantastic, enjoy it. Let it make you happy. And that’s when it becomes fun – you don’t have to spend your time thinking about what’s happening – you just let it happen. Follow the lay of the land. It’s most important. It’s important to me that you’re happy. You need to have a very firm paint to do this.
This is an example of what you can do with just a few things, a little imagination and a happy dream in your heart. Now let’s put some happy little clouds in here. It takes dark in order to show light. Trees grow however makes them happy.
Put your feelings into it, your heart, it’s your world. It’s a super day, so why not make a beautiful sky? In life you need colors. You can do anything your heart can imagine. Tree trunks grow however makes them happy.
Even trees need a friend. We all need friends. See there how easy that is. Let’s make a nice big leafy tree. This is gonna be a happy little seascape. Let the paint work. It’s hard to see things when you’re too close. Take a step back and look.
We spend so much of our life looking – but never seeing. It’s life. It’s interesting. It’s fun. Just beat the devil out of it. We can fix anything. Here’s another little happy bush
Let’s make some happy little clouds in our world. We start with a vision in our heart, and we put it on canvas. Let’s do it again then, what the heck. Van Dyke Brown is a very nice brown, it’s almost like a chocolate brown. Trees cover up a multitude of sins. Just let your mind wander and enjoy. This should make you happy.
test
Everybody needs a friend. Nature is so fantastic, enjoy it. Let it make you happy. And that’s when it becomes fun – you don’t have to spend your time thinking about what’s happening – you just let it happen. Follow the lay of the land. It’s most important. It’s important to me that you’re happy. You need to have a very firm paint to do this.
This is an example of what you can do with just a few things, a little imagination and a happy dream in your heart. Now let’s put some happy little clouds in here. It takes dark in order to show light. Trees grow however makes them happy.
Put your feelings into it, your heart, it’s your world. It’s a super day, so why not make a beautiful sky? In life you need colors. You can do anything your heart can imagine. Tree trunks grow however makes them happy.
Even trees need a friend. We all need friends. See there how easy that is. Let’s make a nice big leafy tree. This is gonna be a happy little seascape. Let the paint work. It’s hard to see things when you’re too close. Take a step back and look.
We spend so much of our life looking – but never seeing. It’s life. It’s interesting. It’s fun. Just beat the devil out of it. We can fix anything. Here’s another little happy bush
Let’s make some happy little clouds in our world. We start with a vision in our heart, and we put it on canvas. Let’s do it again then, what the heck. Van Dyke Brown is a very nice brown, it’s almost like a chocolate brown. Trees cover up a multitude of sins. Just let your mind wander and enjoy. This should make you happy.
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