kundalini

I have nothing good to add, except that my infantile crush sends me into spirals of ecstasy when she says my name...

Here is another poem of mine... If somebody prods me a little I might have the balls to go to Kraftbrau on a Tuesday night and share it

Rainwater runs off my umbrella
long thin drops
not big fat splotches
landing on the sidewalk
the umbrella feels awkward in my hand
as if it's not right
to shield myself from
that which birthed me
when I was born again
lightning flashed
thunder shook the ground
the sky opened and emptied
and I did too
screaming into the night
tears melding with rain
I washed out
and soaked into the ground with the rain



Tonight is miles better than last night. Last night I was sweating buckets just putting away groceries, tonight I'm running naked through the neighborhood peeking in windows and leaving penis-prints on basement windows...

Just kidding about that last part...My sense of humor is growing back...