18 May 2013

I was due today


  there's a bull somewhere inside of me
  a taurus bumbling around


I'm sitting on the rock by the cabin
crept up the mossfilled footholds
tips of moccasins mashing the wet needles

slip off tread slide down.
we used to climb up here & we'd eat huckleberries
  cutest thing we ever did

we did a good job
  fell asleep in rain windows         layers in
  cotton silk wool cotton wool
    distrustful black hoodie,

it's chilling out and 
 we live on the mosquito plains
  but I'm a rockform
    tearing up  tearing down the mountain
like all the other pretended birthdays ever

a weather inappropriate watermelon beer in a colder that reads, 
  I'm still hot but now the hot comes in flashes
    
   what is virtue
   what are justices
  I wish I had a dictionary or a diary
   I wish I was another call
    I found the face.

 it's chilling out 
  on the mosquito plains
 fashion models taking some shots here
 denim + bronze
    when I'm a typographer                                 in the future
 I will design my own font
  that only gets used
   for my boutique's logo
but it will be patented
and it will make me billionz

           I'm an earth mother
        not a Typist
    especially since being always 
on the lichens, in the moss
swatting mosquitos 
pretending we were plains

but I wasn't born today, or yesterday
   there was just a broken heart drawn on my mother's baby-calendar
   followed by 5 days of things like, 
    
this baby won't get out of me
I'm tired
I'm done
this isn't working
I can't do this anymore