wednesday

coyotes hooting, like a bunch of cans dropped or clanged.

I am scared

I am crying

I am stopped, I told myself to stop.

I don't know why I could react like 

as if a pain had happened.

When there's only excitement with in me.

Concern of immanence.

But just the immanence of disturbance.

We call that pessimism? right

(but I was never of such persuasion)

carelessness   -   

but o, too late for I've already given it gone.

I'm swept & left, wet on the boatbridge 

for storms' carrying away of me.

plants & animals

I found this beautiful thing ontop of the refrigerator. I consider myself lucky. The alternative would have been a squishy leathery bag containing the foul innards of a sweet potato, long since forgotten. Fortunately nature smiled upon me today, allowing a full life blossom splosion upon my needful little world. 

views from belows

And to think:

now, if they would have looked in through my kitchen window, would have seen me nude. as I now go nude through rooms, as it seems I'm alone finally in my big apartment. Save for the cat, and the coffee, and the epics (thoughts, musics). I allowed myself minutes here to do justthis: I will drink quickly a cup from coffee, and in the new sundress shrunk slight & ripped a new one. Makes it iffy for a button, a buttonhole no more more like a button tunnel. When I finish the coffee from the cup it's just a jar I have to find, one with a lid, and I'll fill it up with the brown black drink, and on the train to Russia. Floral print seems to me what a Russian would want to wear. 

A few words which spring to my fingers from a personal lexogram: about the feelings felt:

maudlin, mellifluous, mercurial, mucilaginous.

or, Love, times

sustain hers

Sustain able, to think of two hipbones now. Never speak to me again, I don’t know the pelvis,
I’m starved for all of us.

Don’t worry treating sexual matters decentless. You’re not even near the beginning. I’ll take care displaying your favorite meat, my hand gently on her face, the subject horse. I am here, an edible European plant. I see her in nature; she stifled a tear and put the daisy near the potted flowers. I am a weed with him, with a long root like little icicles.

And guess what
He fucked her slow and a parsnip is standing on one foot, still. Just the way she wanted it. Slow, stately with pink cheeks, holds true after they finished. A piece of music and lips and we possibly forever will.

She looked at the seven stars; we stand and smile. Can’t see him near, and she puts her face in sight. “Are you the north pole?” Close to sightless eyes because I don’t love like a serum. And we touch, I wander; I love thin, watery.

I put my chin in her, sort of experiencing everything. I love the distant stars, warm with the other senses. Why don’t constellations smell her? Though to have a baby with fixed stars, we kiss more particular than any other. They were silent, not cold and we’re not paying any attention. Show me lavender, softly. The sun, she rolls in styrofoam... She looked at him, considering, a position requiring little nothing keep from touching you. Various types looked into his eyes, rinsing. We can’t really stop… and examples of vague and meager depressions looked into hers.

oh, sea

Oh not to know,

recalcitrant 

to romanticize a trust, throwing a blanket over an obstinate

until dead.

Belief in the baby.

I won’t regress from my human intention, to want you, to come here.

Only to look forward at some next circumstances unforeseen. When anyone seen again.

and every trust in his eyes. To get a person with such feelings once again. Looking straight at us &

out of this.

An attitude flame, (whether or not you knew) : (this was your idea) renascence upwards. All for you know I’m not dormant. In true, he was captivated because I am a twist, I'm reticent.

It will happen at one night, revealing there’s no way an awayance can be from anyone. seduced unintentionally into thoughts, a someone so happens in such away, feelings can't readily be believed.

Needs for anyone, and then then someone unpredictable, this is happening. Relating to need to be need to be. Hours later, so close a cry. A triangular bone is gone, there will be another pacific: she pulled back. You won’t really know the sea.

speaking in favorites

Dream parenthesis

the traits of an avocado: fleshy, plump, warm, thick, like a summer night with sunset, from a viewpoint higher than the valley below, slomotion, time stopping (in the process of stopping), breezeless

avocadant = having the traits of an avocado

barrette, comb, tombstone

charmed, & sure

outside my window just the day before yesterday there was the most beautiful sky & the breeze mostlike fall I've felt across me in months. On the stoop at the restaurant J asked, did you see yesterday? and we laughed, because sometimes really one can miss a day like that.

and yesterday, then, I thought to have a breakfast alone, a bikerides away with a sweet mixdisc arrived from the post. I rode slowly in my favorite pale dress. The one with the flowers use to vomit, but now they celebrate aged & quiet like antiques. Everything charms me to death, nearly.