Remnants of my Saturday Morning Dream The old victorian houseis perfectly ricketycontent in the stateof itself shifted andunevened over time In the streets around herpanic – human mayhemworse than termites in woodor bees behind a wallyet the same in theirbuzzing destructionto exist In the sky – translucentblack orbs floating toconcrete and mudthe stepping out ofholograms… Continue reading Poem 10 – Remnants of my Saturday Morning Dream
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Poem 9: Orbit
Orbit for Miller There is noseparationbetweena sun and her rays I orbit the planet familyfour humans two caninesfood shelter waterbooks film art When I wrap myselfaround her shiningtickle her wristsmell her skinI tell herI hope big love greetsyou every morningIt will she says it will In this orbitI am curled indevotedsmallyet each breath inis a… Continue reading Poem 9: Orbit
Poem 7 – Green Beans
Green beans Yesterday I washed the green beansCut off the stem-heavy ends Heated the oilSautéed the garlicDropped in the parsleyLoaded the beans in the potThrew in a chunk of butter(for my thighs)Put the lid on the pot Yesterday I burned the green beansThe smoke detector started singingAt quarter past three alarming meAway from the forest of… Continue reading Poem 7 – Green Beans
