Late March brought clouds three days in a row now

So of course you come to mind
the day i cave
give in and eat a slice a pie
that i fake enjoy
or kind of do
but inevitably don't
unless you understand, you won't.

It was Vermont Ave. and Los Feliz theater and all the old spots
where your beguiling good looks charmed me.
See when the days are chill like they are today, the clouds congregate
and two or three drops made it to my head,
engulfed in asle 'HH' at The Greek,
I thought of the 'one single tear' shot you'd romanticize about
detachment forced upon the one who promised to hold.
Like when you noticed I'd gone,
further adrift,
into an invisable wall for lightning bugs.

And I know you're doing fine.
 I know you are. I know you are.
but there is really no way for me to know
you are.

So I talk about you over pie to my employer.
Key Lime pie.
Whipped Cream. Small bites.

Home, to a new prescription pill
Mahalia Jackson and an old habit
strung out like some stocky bowler's pitch
I resolve to reach for you.

To reach out.
To sing a heartsong over all them cars
n' step with you in a summer dance.
To swim over to the island you dropped anchor at
n' lick up around your feet when you stand ashore.
Just to push-in on you, frothy.
To wrap myself around you one more time.

The SuperHero And His Charming Wife, Inspired Poem

I Get Messy When He Leaves

I get messy when he leaves.

I throw everything everywhere

Relishing in my space

relishing in the choices that I get to make 

because It's only me.  

My god it feels good to be alone. 

How deep into the sand the urchun buries herself in order to feel the pressure. 

Thin
excoskeleton thin,

the way she likes it. 

and Complete Choas
Filth

composed dips,  fragmented light
rare warmth only sometimes finds the sand
above the sand
above her.

going against the grain up my face I splinter

have to spliter 

Over nothing I will whip you

over soup, destroy you. 

Over draft. Almost Home. 

Retirement.

Not right now though.
Not when I'm here.
Printer teatering over the refrigerator ledge, a bottle of Nair facedown on the floor 

and me all perched up in warn out yoga pants
Top Dawgin'

just me 'n my goose bumps

realizing that I refuse nothing but being rubbed the wrong way. 

Punishment of such:  branding
with an obviously blunt re-write like a baseball bat to the side of

brain tissue

only the brain tissue is my own....

I like to feel pain.
for some non reason it's that I can know that I have the power to.
Feel pain.

Not right now though. 

Right now I'm a foggy sunday spring day in LA

on the fringe. 

west. 

And ain't nobody but me and my mess!

Janga pile 'a mail straddling tile and fake wood floors. Probably both formica. 

Hardback books tilt with bookmarks made of chapstick or blue pens.

5 of the 4 drawers, tounges out

Silks and socks
A jar full of walnuts, wrinkled sheets!

& DON'T EVEN GO IN THE KITCHEN!!!

Until I have to I will stay wild.

I will not know how to do anything 

I will cost you money

dent your ego. 

challenge your prowl with a sky full of queen bees and they will drive you over
while I'm more or less underwater
My ancestors' kingdom of skulls

Beneath the all of everything

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You'll be up in your boat. 

Tahoe Mountaineering. 

Swimming by with some otha jazz trombone
While I --

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Miles deep intensity wears like boots

That's some scorpion.

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He comes tonight

Back to share existance with me here

until the next molting

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