| i've thought about you quite often unusual though in its freedom you provoke me in your calmness knowing you must rage to think of wasted energy spent in reaching and plotting all those things that take away being you are very present i thank you as attracted as i am to you there is no desire dissatisfaction clinging my expectations of human interaction have been heightened to encourage provocation and learning i believe you when you do not flatter me thank you |
| i can't describe how i know you an image deep clear breathing a picture i can't quite paint but see clearly know between bones and flesh i feel you familar and so different |
| i f a l l i n l o v e e v e r y d a y a s c r a p i n g o f u n e x p e c t e d t e x t u r e s a t a s t e o f s a l t i n c i t y a i r a c u r l b r u s h i n g u p o n b l u s h e d e y e l i d s i n k s m e i d i v e i n t o a p o o l o f l a n g u i d t r u t h m e l t i n g f r o m t h e s m e l l o f i t e v e r y d a y i k e e p m y h a n d s p r e s s e d t o m y s i d e s a s i f r e a c h i n g w o u l d m a k e t h e s h i m m e r i n g s p e c t a c l e w i n k a n d f a d e w i t h t h e p a s s i n g o f b r e a t h |
| oxygen is mine but there's no holding on it feeds me, fills me gives me life. it passes out through my nostrils, there can be no mourning. |
i feel like a house lit nervous keepers fluttering in indecision whether or not to pull the shades i see a kitchen full of food beds full of children beds full of earth and fire i feel like a temple lit with prayers and sacrifice rejoicing in ritual dancing in celebration weeping in gratitude eyes wide open like windows with shades all up |
i n t o t h e e t h e r a r e t i t s a n d a s s h a i r s k n o t t e d i n p l a s t i c o r a n g e w i t h e r e d a r m s o f a p r e t e e n s o f t n e s s d e t e r m i n e d b u l g e b e t w e e n m o u n t o f h i p e a r s s t i l l s t i n k l i k e d i r t y c u n t a t a n l i n e t h e s h a p e o f a s h o e h i p s a n d w a i s t a r e c u r v e d a n d s h a r p t e e t h g l e a m i n g t o b a c c o h u e c u t t o t h e q u i c k a r e f i n g e r n a i l s m o u n t a i n l e g s m u s c l e d a n d s l i m i t ' s a d i f f e r e n t b o d y i ' m t a k i n g b a c k a n a l t e r e d m i n d a n d h e a r t t h e l i m i t o f t h e s e i s a n u n k n o w n s u m t h e f l o w s h i f t s s ud d e n a n d s l o w t h e r e i s n o t h i n g t o s a y t h a t i s t r u e e v e n t h a t b e f a l s e i t ' s n o t a g a m e , b u t i t ' s n o t r e a l i t y o f c o u r s e , i t ' s o n l y t h e s e a l l i n a l l i t ' s a n o t e to s e l f a c a r o u s e l , m i r r o r s a n d m u s i c a n a p c o m i n g o r e n d i n g a d r e a m u n f o l d i n g , a m e s s a g e b e i n g s e n t t h i s n o t h i n g c o n n e c t e d w i t h e v e r y t h i n g a p e r f e c t m a r r i a g e o f i s / n o t i s t h e y c o m p l e t e e a c h o t h e r w i t h o u t d i s t i n c t i o n a l l i s o n l y o n e . |
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| today is nothing like yesterday even if so it seems it cannot possibly resemble tomorrow though this may seem neverending it's not ah but it is indeed then and always all the same stuff nothing new is ever possible a different mixture of the very same bringin it in through the machine of our very own mechanism of this same very same as your own so different our -so call it me this maze our input travels these digestive bowels one unique labyrinth ~ light leaking through my pores on a fine day- call that yours~ |
| SSITEMAP ! FAMILIALBUM ! HEROES ! DIGITAL GALLERY 2004 = 2003 |