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SWALLOW MY ANKLES

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For the Apple

Lately I'm dreaming in color. Of fruits and emotions:
That apple was meant for me. Right there on the edge of its plate.
How long was it waiting?
Patiently anyway, that Braeburn existed. Waiting for me to thank it. And touch it and take it.
Sleepwalking, I gave it my prayer. And it gave me the Sun for a spine.
I'm merging, transfusing. My soul is deforming. That apple is teaching me past living.

When your subconscious talks to your conscious its a feeling of totality. Self sustained and self sufficient. Let no one else inside. Maybe I do believe in past lives.

blackened pockets are soot soaked and heavy with their intent
and me with my black ox on my back
show none of it
roll me over and scream your voice at me

Passive Note of Parsley

I think my dreams are telling me things. But this time really telling me. And now all I think about is fire. It's where there's fire that I'm headed. And this story told me so:
There was once a factory where silk was being spun. In one room, the best room,  there were millions of silk worms. Eating. Munching and eating. Mulberry leaves and eating.  And the sound of millions of caterpillar eating was so loud, you'd have to wear earplugs if you visited. Just try and imagine it. Some sound usually so quite, you've never heard it in your life. Now magnified to such a degree, it would hurt you if you did.
That story comes up in my mind weekly. Sometimes daily.
It's really too simple and slightly tragic, but I'm connected to the fact that it follows me. It seems like it nags me. To remember something I forgot. This story is my talisman. But I don't know yet what for. I don't have tattoos but I gladly accept this as my anchor. A story for an anchor. A captain for my seas.
My mind comes together from this storied memory. Told and retold. Percolating into me, picture by picture. And I only know its there when I'm halfway through.  And by then I'm already gone. In a dream state trance. The place where I always forget to go, but lately yearn for more than ever. Where there's that fire. Nonsensical flame.
My dreams make hardly any sense. But lately they're my best friends. Telling me things I'm much too mortal to decipher. All I can decode is a feeling. A heat that resonates within me. And all I can translate is Fire.

thin lips and all

sick of that taste in my mouth
and its always that taste in my mouth
too bad my mouth follows me everywhere
else i could finally chew something new

ear in the universe

 

 

Feelin It

I'm feeling hungry lately
Unsatisfied always
I'm a woman!
And my mind is going nuts
And it's not going to fail
That by midnight tonight
I'll get struck and I'll have that same craving
And then all I'll see is our dirty day trip
And the van and the ocean and our bodies

Don't worry darling
I'm not pleading,
I'm not
You just caught me on a day that I'm starving

February Blues

Feeling flighty
And unsettled
Mischievous but low energy
And I ate 3 eggs today

Fire's going out
Come on, kindle me
Blow on my flame
Boost me up and make me smile

I want a love letter these days
Terrible timing

Swallow my pride?
No thanks,
I crave something else

Fire

So I've been thinking so much lately about my femininity. Or feeling it I should say. I feel really fluid and organic and strong from the inside. But the strength is like fire because I'm hot and salacious. Slightly vicious I may be too sexually charged. Either way its a very raw real feeling. And I've never quite experienced it before. Or maybe I have, but never like this. My inner cells are working overtime and baby I'm on fire.

Can't Stop

Turn me loose
Set me free
The wind on my ankles
Never felt so crisp so cool

Beach Bound

have my fingers been naughty?
darlin' i think so
but that memory of the ocean
has dirtied my mind

ok maybe I did once
but come on
throw me some bones

Morning in Heaven, Nighttime in Hell-Turned-Heaven

After I vomited that disease
I really did feel much lighter
Who would've known
Those toxins weighed so much

Me O'Mine

Hah!
I'll never censor myself for anyone
And I'm shaking because of my calm
I'm holding that power that I have now
And I know that I'm lean and strong
And I'll never go down

It's kind of a stranger
But still very familiar
That the biggest drop ever
The strongest hardest one ever
Shut that dirty dog cave door for good

But don't worry baby
I just called to say thank you

Beautiful and Bread

In her moment she was this perfect human.
Crying. But honestly crying.
And yelping when she was forgetting to breathe.
And her dripping wet lips
Were sticky wet lips
And I thought of a broken fawn
When she trembled.
And  she carried herself very wilted.
Because her petals were too heavy with ache.

I really like yours too
And I think you'll always make me smile
Or at least not have so many nightmares

Northern Exposure

I remember when he flipped me in bed
And those sheets that were always those sheets
But when I looked up at him, to find his brown eyes
I thought I saw you in his tooth
His teeth were your teeth, but were new
His teeth were those teeth, were your teeth, but new

And it struck me that somehow,
All their new teeth will have one
Every man will bite once with that tooth

But I'm over that haunt taking over my kisses
I've stopped asking for it to come haunting
I need to forget how to let me haunt me
It's heartbreaking what one tooth can do

Cube in the Desert (revised)

Arid and empty. And the sand was shifting and drifting. There were no footprints-just heatwaves. On our faces and our chests. It never ended and our eyes cried. The sand stung and sung and yelled. And so we walked. No footprints but we walked. To our left the sun, to our right the cube. Mean cube. Doom cube. Walk towards the cube we did. I'm not sure if we wanted to, but we did. And as we walked towards it, we held our ladder above our heads. Proudly and sternly. It was long- 6 feet. And broken. We placed the ladder on the cube and said a prayer and climbed. Once we climbed, we were inside. But so was the horse. Our horse. Silky and tight. Not mean, but not frightened. Beautiful, really, and I know he is. But I didn't want to go near him, you know. I didn't want to feel him. He hid us from the sun. But I'm not sure I wanted that.