learning
i like learning about you
as we go
i like that your backpack
is made of dough
and the flaps are flaky pastries
i like that you put fruit juice
on your cereal
and that nothing scares you
i hear your phrases
even when you have gone away
and can smell your presence
from over the phone
i like that your mind
has several external hard-drives
which all buzz at once
when you start talking
and i like the hot rainbow
of holy smoke
when you kiss me
and hold me
with your
fingers
other days
some days
i dont know who i am i
look in the mirror
and i cant tell
am i young?
am i old?
am i closer to myself?
am i further?
whose feet are these?
do they look strange to others?
when will i die?
what will cause it?
will my children be sad or
secretly relieved?
will i even have children?
i look and i look and then i think
i know!
i will run in the meadows
without clothes
i love
i love rotten bastards
who steal peoples parking spots
and thin trees that crack
upon the slightest wind
i love the forest
with your name upon it
and the oceans
your hands make
when they fall over me
i love the naked breath it takes
to get anything heard around here
i love the hurting and the formless song
we take on when we aren't talking
i love the hernia and the band-aid
and the wisp and smoke
i love the daunted
and the unkempt
and the unbound
disaster
i love the fever pitch
and the west wind
and the wizards lips
as he recites rhyming
poems
i love the horse fly
and the stains
and the wild trophies
you have left behind
when we falter
little octopus limb
licorice
the devil's picnic
your soft voice
in the nocturnal forest
where we were surrounded
by the feeling of trees
black shapes shifted
in the back of the woods
a lot like sendak
and we layed our items out
safely
on a blanket
crafted from hair
a breeze snuck in
from someplace
distant
and the animals
were taciturn
you showed me your wares
and i was astonished
a yellow moon hung above us
slowly filling
with ominous orange
and there was no one around
not even the small breathless ones
that carried us there
i think even the grass was asleep
and you poured me the potions
from your travelled cup
and i drank them
thinking nothing
nothing is so unbearable as
being strange
little things
additional thanks
i also want to thank and shake some boobs at
the following people who continue to inspire me
on a daily basis whether they know it or not:
suzanne hancock
amber doyle
taras grescoe
robert scott mcmillan
thomas vogel
sabrina ward harrison
andrea scher
keri smith
tiphanie brooke
art perry
celia king
anna stokke
eiko kawano
jeffry lee
aquilla
and lia!
without these people
i would surely be
miserable
www.lintmuseum.com
little pony
dreamlife
once in a while
and i wish it were more often
i step into a dream
i am walking
and i see this car
and this wild haze
comes over me
and i get into the car
and start it
by sparking some wires
and it is all too easy
and then
i drive down coastal terrain
and the glove compartment is filled
with those little liquor bottles
like a mini bar
and i drink some
and you are hitch-hiking
and i am so glad it is you
on the side of the road
because we haven't seen each other in a while
and it is good to talk
besides which
you have excellent taste in music
and are always into something new
which you now showcase on my car stereo
while you open the little whiskeys
with the other hand
it is all quite miraculous
and obscenely beautiful
but that is always what happens
darling
when you are in my vicinity
game over
oxo
little nurse
i will be your little nurse
i will prop you up in bed
polish your windows
so the sun shines in
i will arrange your pills cleverly
so you don't mix them up
i will feed you apple mousse
and sweet biscuits
until you feel slightly sick
from all the
doting
i will hug you
and fluff up your pillow
i will take care of you
when you have forgotten
your own self
and misplaced
the golden
kernal
tattoos and sushi
baroque
cracker jacks
i did not know you
there was a time
i did not know you
but i thought
you could walk on water
i could see you
passing across the stream
i thought i loved you
but i did not know you
hovering above the water like that
with panther steady movements
slipping across time
and all wave-lengths
and now i do know you
and i love you
like there is a freight train
driving it
absorbed
i wish i could absorb color
like scent, give off the aura of blue
when i need to or
emanate red
i wish i could absorb the essence of you
or hold it in my mouth a while at least
like liquid i wish
i could spray parts of you onto
the parts of me that lack
like your bravery
at this moment
which must have been stolen
directly from a fairytale
because it is so beautiful
and audibly sincere
i don't know
falling through time
sometimes it feels like i am falling through time
and all the horse-shoes are clunking me
on the head
and all the bright ravens are dead
or dying with me
and
sometimes it feels like i am coiled like a black snake
suspended in some wild hypnotism, heated
while being slurped into the bottom of trouble
but whenever i am sullied there
i never underestimate
the muddied
trap-doors
confession
ice ring
the allure of lures
rock concerts
we went to the kiss concert together
remember
and we completely ignored each other
i ignored you because
i really liked you
and i am not sure why
you ignored me but
i always figured
it had something to do with your teeth
which were so white it was like
you'd never opened your mouth before
and i got to thinking
about the first time i met you
and all the times after that when
we would just sort of look at each other
wide-eyed and not really speak
and then, years later,
when we did get around to talking
it wasn't all that interesting anyway
more like a roller coaster ride slowly ending
like when that fast car lulls into a final
stop
secrets
the bar
john!
billy
unfolded
i want to fold myself into tiny
squares, slowly smaller
and smaller
to fit
into your mouth
when you are hungry
i want
to fold myself down to
pocket-size so
you can take me along with you
when you go
i want to fold myself
into neater sections
so you can comprehend me
i want to fold myself down
so i am neat, white squares
and perfect
but i am forever
unfolding
into newer things
one day, maybe
one day, maybe
we will live in a trailer home
maybe it will have wheels
and plastic seating
i think
we could keep a lot of cookies
in the cupboards and invite
strangers over for tea
poured into halloween orange
cups and saucers, maybe
you would have a beautiful brown suit
maybe you would make rabbits
out of lego, maybe
you would make our christmas tree
one year
from tin foil and hairclips
with real popcorn strapped on to it, maybe
i would cover you with so many presents and crayons
on your birthday that you could barely
sit up in the bed
maybe someday
we could live in a trailer home
and wheel around
our love
like a marching band
enchantment
candy factory
french fries
pink feathers
7 things
a long weekend
green grass
ice cold beer
a man who plays every song from the musical hair
on the piano
a hammer
brass nails
a soft pillow
green grass
ice cold beer
a man who plays every song from the musical hair
on the piano
a hammer
brass nails
a soft pillow
smoking
lost
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