It begins stone up a hill and ends Icarus

"if you could come to me
if you could take away my mind

if you could fill me up
like an empty cup

that would be fine..."



I flew last night
dreaming
of freedom and the wind

as friend
accomplice

and the funny part
the real majesty
is

the grace i find
falling

Still the same name to me

the clouds sometimes hit the mountains and stretched
upwards
as if huge fingers ran through them

ascending waves usually
in the afternoon

a waning Sun
ends a yawning day

it makes me think of moon towers
and mixes
and California

and she sent me a message after
two years

and still that beat
beat
beat of my heart

from zero
to all



'I need you
I don't need you
and all of that
jiving around'

Just too heavy to sing

some I know
have branded themselves with butterflies

as a reminder that childhood moments
can't tame them

some I know
have given mermaids rings

washing scars in waves
at beaches with beautiful friends

beginning
by pretending

Ennui as ever

Foggy day
slow
quiet
alone.

The last two weeks
a lot of those
drifting
shifting

energy to ennui.
A tentacled darkness

welcomes me.

This City
grinds my bones.

This is the dip
after the plateau
after the upward arc.

This is
the is
we all get.

I need to spit
venom.

I need to name this.



Sometimes, I wish that a kiss
would cure me

but magic is
not that simple.

Holy Trinity in New Orleans

a threesome of ingredients
the basis
the base
she is fluttery
well-dressed
quietly aggressive
black
Betty Paige
hair

triphammering heart trapped by triplets

texts
missed phone calls
disappearance

the Human trinity
the two of us
and the other that is us

Needed apparently

the rain was swirling
splashing
everywhere
vortex
people running
wet skin
hat clutching
red light ignoring
sirens on all sides
the streets deep water
curb to curb suddenly
eleven texts
two from a wannabe poet
four from roommates
four from old friends
one mystery
all from sometime
before the storm

when the thunder shook my bed
this morning
I felt it between my legs
and laughed
thinking of someone

I wanted
moon
sunshine
heat
dance of electricity
between pics

never offering
thumbnails
satisfying briefly
her name

escapes my lips
as I turn and sigh

today
a new morning
again