Tuesday, October 28, 2014

peace, come

I can't blame anyone for not looking after myself 
and I can't look after everyone else. 

Friday, October 24, 2014

You're difficult to romanticize, I think 
that's a good thing. You're difficult to 
filter, to soften, add a couple 'meaningful' words and 
I don't know (mostly because I don't know any
thing   ) if that's a good 
something for me or 

if it's a spinning top and    what if 
I fall  ? 

B -

I hope you wear red tomorrow. Soon, at least. 
I'm starting to yearn for your fire. 

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

like to think I have a little moon
behind my lips, that you
could reach in & pluck

and in your eyes, reflecting.
the rare bit of light that slips through
the blankets we cover the windows

I never know whether to look away
or to let them fade  
in slow-   motion

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Driving, I scan the sleepy city for a diner I’ve never been to. The radio seems to sing, “better versions of you are being born right now.”
Eddy Habib
Born in a singular quantity, I have been divided ever since.
"Some old people are young, and some young people are old. It's all in the roll of the dice."

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Aug 31st 2013

always walking sideways        can you imagine? 
living sideways, living with your head tilted in wonder 


fake posture like posterboard, folding in on oneself
communicate by bits of conversation, the scraps left like little diamonds
scattering the floor - pick one up, you might strike it rich (!)

follow nothing but what there is in front of you, do not look left 
do not look right. shake your body like a leaf and let that feeling roll off in beads, 
turn green in the morning sunlight, let it feed you.

open your eyes, deep breaths like the wind in a cave. 

find your fingers fascinating as they curl and uncurl themselves, 
you are alive! you are so pink, so yellow, so dark and light and beautiful 
and strange that it can stupefy the senses at times.

weird how so many people can feel the same feeling and feel all 
alone in it. funny, even. hilarious that we all have one another to lean on and yet 
we stand erect as if we were man-made instead of tiny pieces of the universe, tiny pieces of 
energy and dust held together by our own collective will. 

it's funny how we don't realize how beautiful we are.