Grains of Friday
Amber Fields of flensed
thoughts, dreams and photos.

Waffles and Egg Sandwiches,
bacon tipped afternoons sipping espresso from a paper cup,
shaking fingers tripping over torn skin, spilling broken ink
on top of cheap paper and lust.

Mind the gap.

Can it hold?

Frantic with Sonne-Schein
remember long runs in sand and broken glass
turning and spinning through bloody lips
and the fear of failure?

Óscar Romero

The above is funny.
My predilections also go that way.

There’s this person who thinks the above is crazy talk. They say, we need freedom in all things, even the freedom to commit and suffer economic violence. I kind of think one of the purposes of the state is to limit the use of violence, sometimes I worry this is an easy kind of ignorance and a hunger for freedom from.

Red Melancholy
Fallow, light, uncertainty
again, already?

rawr, etc etc.

I need a ticket to this weekend, and then the Thursday after next.

he’s got inexplicable distances between his finger tips
and a lift time of remembering small kindness,
wet and ragged they drag across the memory of
doing things right, to rough for the soft breath
and closed eyes of shoes with no shoe laces,
where were we to go in those afternoons of
hurried lunches and naps?
He fails to forget: a flushed face, an angry word,
a scar on the shoulder or knuckle bone of last years used
newspaper and stale bread.
How did it get to be so far, long steps in between
juice in the morning and encouraging words at night.

Spirals Shrinks in
dry old callous, new kisses
wet teeth and you

is all I ever had?

“Some silken moment, goes on forever”

oh Pea Pod! Honey Bunny!
Muffin?

Doors and Doors and Doors
Remember the sound of the shower?
and we thought it would never be new again.
It is always new, and cool and tangled.
Like long hair after a shower,
or keys on the other side of a locked door.

It hasn’t been bad, but it has been a rough rough day.

Now arms, however beautiful, are instruments of evil omen, hateful, it may be said, to all creatures. Therefore they who have the Tao do not like to employ them. ~Lao Tzu Chpt 31, Tao Te Ching.

There is type of return to an insult. Puts one on easy ground, it’s like walking up the drive way, going home.  Blah, blah, blah.

Sometimes it’s nice to go home, but I do like to travel. No more murdering this metaphor.

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Stretching out, covers

remember dreaming last night

warm telephone call

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New exercise sore

lying fingers slip again

forearms cell phone text

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