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back when I was a bug a wee little bug things were never this hard! I drank my morning dew and feasted on mites communed with sprites everything was allllllllright back when I was a worm I didn’t yearn so much didn’t wallow or grovel I wriggled free, baby! did the dirt a big favorContinue reading “PastLifeRecon”

I luv to scream n yelp n howl n squeeeeeeeeal n squeak!! n stutter n stall n SCREECH n skskskksksks n purr n preen n prowl n mewl n meow n sigh

listening to the little sounds tap & click & creek a soft sigh ur hand on my thigh diaphragm expanding contracting a mockingbird in brush nestles rustles scuttles & sings

bee among hornets among flies among grapefruit & OJ & tea on the candle picking at its layers of use digging into the wax fretting over this & that soft sweet wood soft sweet sleep to tear my fingernails and weep unconscious oh buzz oh sing the flower at the center the flies go furtherContinue reading “bee among hornets”

yes I wanna get free yes I like my girls taller than me no I don’t think, ever is a time outside of time, for ever is a time inside of time please baby please baby baby baby please

the horny poet is dying doesn’t remember names anymore tries to think about her lovers but can’t conjure anything but images their faces little kisses. and regrets.

feeling icky and bricky two weeks behind on estro mones and mood swingin like Bird hey may b I’ll take a trip 2 Camarillo and they’ll make a special arrangement for me to relax put in a good word for me at CSUCI (see?) Foucault would crème his pants another prison has become school

the new-old language that’s in my thighs my swing my tilt and do-si-do i bounce with you feel the stomach tighten up

To (re)quest For an (un)alter(ed) destiny “Defend the dead / weight of circumstance” make circles round make circles round make circles round make circles

Richard Prince famous thief was born in the Panama Canal Zone Famous pilfered poet plot of land made the subject of demands time and time again by North American hands they fan the flames of war and don’t even know it Assemblage of stolen opportunities Moments memorialized by absence I share my horoscope with aContinue reading “Panama Zone Canal Blues”