Purple Heart Of All Things
I Truly Miss
The Selfish
And Ever
And All
Absorbing
State and Act
of
Being In Love


For moments on end to believe that you may lie at the center of someone else's universe and that in the middle of your own, another soul rests.


Of All Things
I Truly Have
Among Which
Nothing Ever
In Reality
Changes
Are Perspective
In Fear,
Hope In
Loss.
Passion In
Creation,
Undying
Ceaseless
Killing Compassion
and
a lone
self


I am no longer fostering dogs. I adopted one. I hope that luck will change and nobody dies this time. His name is August, I call him Gus. He loves to slobber on me and doesn't like my poetry, but he does like love, and i think he is falling for me. It's about time...I am fucking lonely.  ¶ 10:27 PM 1 Comments

  piction "Come on, just touch it. It doesn't hurt at all". His machismo seeped through the tenor of his voice almost as strongly as his cologne. The texture was bumpy and almost wet, like freshly scrapped hide of some prehistoric animal. "That's gross" she said, whisking her fingers across her corduroys. The use of touch was the least favorite of her sensations, and if she could have opted to smell the fresh tattoo instead of laying her bony fingertips on it, she would have in an instant. But then again most people relate to touch better than to smell, especially in situations like these, where flirtatious bumps, grazings, and light taps are purposely yet ever so accidentally embarked upon. Flashes of images from National Geographic's cluttered her mind as she drew the parallel between the the matting rituals of gazells and her present situation.
" Then what excites you, huh? If blood and life altering decisions gross you out so much, what really gets you going?" he spouted accusingly.
"Maybe rain" she replied. The words came before the thought was even created, and the response out of his lips came just as fast.
"Oh, like the metaphyscial nature of the water and how it washes away everything, giving the world a fresh start. Or how it brings life and renewal and..."
"No". She side stepped the box he had created for her completely and decided then and there that this could go no where. Bending her face down close to the dirty table, she inhaled the vapors rising from the freshly delivered coffee, swallowing the smell, and then excusing herself.
He sat still, not in protest but in silent agreement that these two minds would never meet, as they existed in different universes entirely. All they had in common was the molecules that each had agreed to share which they pumped through their noses and out their mouths as a means of survival. Other than air, there was nothing to share.



I needed some fiction. Real life is just so darn sticky.
I now realize that I desperately missed the seasons. Thank the world and the universe for fall and it's freshness.  ¶ 5:31 PM 0 Comments

  Angs in a Palace Close, but not too close.
Step back, you'll scare her
No him, he's skiddish
Your nose is too wet for snuggling.
Sniff, from afar
let me scratch your neck
You snore, poor septum
were you hurt?
Me too, but not as bad
Let's cuddle
White next to white
Look at your sheen
I shine too
But not as blue
as your silver brindle
Kindle me
I want you to want me
Simple as you are
all three of us know
what it's like
Let's relish in our common place
Let's remember what that thing was
how it felt
Let's snore and purr and yawn and sigh
Breath like fish will fill the air
Nope, I won't even light the stick!
Your stench is beautiful
Your skin is so thick
and his is so thin
and you both like eggs?
Me too
I'll be in charge
Relax those eyes
No one here will hurt you
No one here will leave you
You can rest now
We have all been saved
And found this place
Sleep
us
three  ¶ 9:25 PM 2 Comments