when i feel like writing
I write
I pull up a chair
and boogie down
sometimes it s about an old love
other times its about what i see
but always i write in the moment
because its all i know
but when i spend my day chopping
doing dishes
and cooking
i feel like preparing
and waiting for laundry
i go to the store with my husband
it makes me feel secure
like an event
i hone in on the produce and bulk
its all i need to live
my son
survives on processed food since
weaned suddenly
and so here i am
essentially prepping
i quite smoking 2 weeks ago
just dropped it off
picked up drinking 3 L of water a day
because some malcom model says so
mood music hits like butterflies
and i use a serrated knife to chop
just to do it my way
i hit the 6th floor stairwell to work
its fun
im here waiting
for my human form to change
i thought i was pregnant a few weeks back
what a relief to know ive got my time back
its day off my little ponies for my son
hub is looking up screens and washing them down
spagetti squash lasagna fumes
vegan parmesan who knew?

Collect your searches
And lay in bed
Dream guy all on your brain
I’ll ponder life
From closed blinds
A turkey gobbling
At the computer desk

3 eye

light trails
up high

i see you up there
try to reach up
you spin
keep getting brighter
why do you look like a star
like a roticerie
shining to below
keep me in mind
i just want to reach up
connect at the temple
unite at the waist
ithink you know if you touch
you couldnt let go
i wont bite though

sun gleams
with you two
my backpack and
a pack of gum for later
i practiced this alot
feeling like me
thick hands
offer me a wish
leaning across the
passing water
i keep looking up
with a stargaze
i stare happily
over nothing
softly push back to
see you laugh
over nothing
ill lean in to see that face again
but i wont betray a lover
especially my first
I feel around for something
rippling water comes across like toonies
shuffled and squerming
but nothing is
just like water

bangs it
looking down
the swell
a slowed sound
a version to sway
swims up higher
not for clever

tunnelling smoothly
arrogant between the twists
shaking crackers down the trail
i bend into a mould of colours in my fist
as if to send my hip to the rainbows
and if it matters it goes to the flowers
everything dances up me like fire
the wolves may feed for hours
i see the way i should have been but i cant reach over
the glass here keeps me in
i shiver
down the path
i keep myself along the fold
but i do look up from time to time
i keep my gaze very short
not to course
over the white line i speak up
what i follow i fear and concur
to follow behind and relax
releasing my excuses
waiting for time to pass
dont hold my hand to sit with me
dont call me robert or bob
i dont want to know what i am supposed to do
keep me winded like a frog
or unwind me from it all
i dont see it all clear just yet but
keep it coming down
there is so much to see and do here
im someone to be around
all i need is to see the distinction
that things in life be freed
i dont want to see self destruction
so i stand with weak knees
i turn my head up to the noise
but nothing else holds like the graze
of wind up bending slinky
from my fathers days
i keep my own franchise but nothing sells
im limited in my movement
all i saw in the belly of the world cant turn me on with music
what a thing to say
as I invest
these words to page
i keep in contract with my hair
rosie posies daffodils queen
have kept there end of bargain

everythings so distant here
foggy hard to see
travelling on a big white horse
galllop to be free
like everything
there is so much more
but all i do is
slide my feet
aching echo in the night
burning out for me
bonds the mercury
tuning mimics alabaster
great and violent sea
kept my portion overnight
to the right of me
saved myself for the morning
when so many have gone
have the love of winter morning
strung up in this song
is there much left you need
under that stairwell
evertrhing seems right to be
i know it very well
humming a tune
to the work they speak
like crazy bananas will
big ears trotting up to the north
summits pill and swell


bursting art floats
collecting its grummet
archeaic composed
desolate summit
a crumpled up
rag rusted plummet
bristle sensed notes
like a harp plucking carpet
lift my head to see
all the magic of the market
holding next to me
like a tar bath
in exodus
martian platoon smiled left of us
asking me what happend to the best of us?
singing high to the gods
in the canary sun shine

i crashed into some
blistering flame
differing from the beginning
but in my mind, the same
carbon implodes
he’s seeking the chatter
covering up lies
with all lives matter
how brown as they are
i remain to roast
fretting this image
rotting its host
barrels of rubbish
feeding the most
with no real resin
fleeting to boast
skidding morality
kookaburra notes
crying it seems
for one anothers scemes
caught in dismay
curvy it seems
you cant catch his play
or see him behave
but’ll seek you
in the form of a slave