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gimmel. high priestess reversed. environmental state. you as others see you. ignorant. actions with others. short sighted. moon. superficial.
then follows an extended scene. from the in-progress ( slowly unfurling, my lover's wings )
Sep. 19th, 2004
gimmel. high priestess reversed. environmental state. you as others see you. ignorant. actions with others. short sighted. moon. superficial.
then follows an extended scene. from the in-progress ( slowly unfurling, my lover's wings )
come at me with your leaves, your moonset branches
and torrents of blue eyes
stand me in front of the pocked walls
hardened in the sunlight
electrify electrify!
Can you hear me?
I'm appalled by the
sense that I hold what amount to
tinkered-with memories of your presence,
your warm body against me.
_*_ing with me
into the rainbow wings of desert birds, silver beaked and swelled with victory.
O lively songbird
O mouth hungry for my mouth, though
filled with copper
My love, her skin a parade
of ambulance men;
my love her voice the curve of fruit,
bunches of black grapes limned with dew
my love
his hair
a pattern of shadows on
a line of cars upon the bridge
his hands bells
(with thanks and/or apologies to Mr. Delany, who I continue to plunder)
and torrents of blue eyes
stand me in front of the pocked walls
hardened in the sunlight
electrify electrify!
Can you hear me?
I'm appalled by the
sense that I hold what amount to
tinkered-with memories of your presence,
your warm body against me.
_*_ing with me
into the rainbow wings of desert birds, silver beaked and swelled with victory.
O lively songbird
O mouth hungry for my mouth, though
filled with copper
My love, her skin a parade
of ambulance men;
my love her voice the curve of fruit,
bunches of black grapes limned with dew
my love
his hair
a pattern of shadows on
a line of cars upon the bridge
his hands bells
(with thanks and/or apologies to Mr. Delany, who I continue to plunder)
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Sep. 19th, 2004 02:18 pmi just can't keep up it's not just that i'm tired- i am but how did i get so weary?
i gotta sleep then I feel an obligation wherein I oughta see some other faces, hear some other voices. i'm just terrifically inadequate to most of these tasks. No baiting of hooks here: on days like this, i'm not half the friend half my friends are, 100% true and I like less than half of me half as well as I deserve! in fact, may be I don't need more faces than these two- the mirror and the wee one. and the face of someone happily serving me pizza and a beer. pizza&beer are rarely known to provoke existential crisis. unless it be something like hemp pizza or cannellini bean pizza. probably. the thought of a slice or two, and a beer, in solitude, is very appealing. but so is answering the phone or making calls. blagh. with screamin' e napping, I wanna nap, especially on what amounts to 3.25 hours of sleep out of the last 36. blagh again.
Oh! Attention citizens! Tales of the Unanticipated #25 is out! I got me a little po-em in it, and I'm all swollen (and distended?!) with the pride thing. To share pages with no less than four Rhysling winners, in a journal edited by another Rhysling winner, that's pretty effing cool in my book. I feel like I've climbed a big 'ol hill, and I'm not even winded! No! More like, ready for more! Yay poetry!
gawsh I'm tired though. and, as noted, weary. tendon-weary. In-deed. am I lame? lamed and flopping. ugly and restless. dumb and deef (tm). sweating in weird locales. and lamer than I've been in months. years! yeeearrrggh.
good.
night.
at 244 pm.
i gotta sleep then I feel an obligation wherein I oughta see some other faces, hear some other voices. i'm just terrifically inadequate to most of these tasks. No baiting of hooks here: on days like this, i'm not half the friend half my friends are, 100% true and I like less than half of me half as well as I deserve! in fact, may be I don't need more faces than these two- the mirror and the wee one. and the face of someone happily serving me pizza and a beer. pizza&beer are rarely known to provoke existential crisis. unless it be something like hemp pizza or cannellini bean pizza. probably. the thought of a slice or two, and a beer, in solitude, is very appealing. but so is answering the phone or making calls. blagh. with screamin' e napping, I wanna nap, especially on what amounts to 3.25 hours of sleep out of the last 36. blagh again.
Oh! Attention citizens! Tales of the Unanticipated #25 is out! I got me a little po-em in it, and I'm all swollen (and distended?!) with the pride thing. To share pages with no less than four Rhysling winners, in a journal edited by another Rhysling winner, that's pretty effing cool in my book. I feel like I've climbed a big 'ol hill, and I'm not even winded! No! More like, ready for more! Yay poetry!
gawsh I'm tired though. and, as noted, weary. tendon-weary. In-deed. am I lame? lamed and flopping. ugly and restless. dumb and deef (tm). sweating in weird locales. and lamer than I've been in months. years! yeeearrrggh.
good.
night.
at 244 pm.