sjtwelve

it's monday and i drank some wine and now i'm drunkie-drunk. and it's monday no less.

kickball. that's all.

ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
there is no happiness like mine.
i have been eating poetry.....


mark strand

okay this is sort of a real journal entry. i spent yesterday in san diego.... just a day trip, which i do frequently. but it still freaks me out that at 3 pm i'm driving a car in san diego then at 6 pm i'm driving a car in phoenix.

today i was at a resort/spa in scottsdale called sanctuary. really beautiful place. it was...
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nervous breakdown.

as you step on the edge of my doubting,
you're free.


a.r.c. finch
the mermaid tragedy

nope.

Cocoon Ceremony

wrap me in the waters
in the silken lilting waters
fresh flowers floating by my bosom
down creeping along my arms
searching for my wings
wrapped in waters & new spun
wool/i am a mariposa
disguised as a woman
unwind the yarns my threads
colored rust & twilight
discover the mysteries
the delight of woman water
& air/breathe life slowly
pappillon/know your delicacy...
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my ass hurts and i can't bend my arms.

dreams of giant whales and conference rooms.

Canadian Love Song

Your body's a small word with many meanings.
Love. If. Yes. But. Death.
Surely I will love you a little while,
perhaps as long as I have breath.

December is thirteen months long,
July's one afternoon; therefore,
lovers must outwit wool,
learn how to puncture fur.

To my love's bed, to keep her warm,
I'll carry wrapped and heated stones.
That which...
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12 and 39 are fighting.

....Bream were in the lake today.
The sky was up.
The swords dripped slay.
Dragons. Noontide. Shimmer's glow.
My dreams of old Geronimo.....

-nasdijj