i'm in edit hell

we put on a mask
of black silk-star-thing
you take my arm &

those who have stayed too long
scatter

the streets are full of electronic puddles

we switch off the lights
and are absorbed
backing
making the turn &

like a slash across the sky
comes the possibility
of losing my age
of being left in this strange new world
the open thought of this is an actual
physical sensation

[DIS (play) 01]: 'REALMS'\Real+Dreams

I love the rain.

perhaps we've been on this street before

even our clothes were the color of rain



we kiss &
I will hot-
sense you
as soon as my feet make
even sounds

my nerves draw a slurpee

no, I say

sponge this

ha ha
change the station
mr roboto

I put my hand on your thigh

zoom zoom



...

Like A Sacred Spiral

Send me an easy-bake oven & keep talking

Funny you mention the owl

He wouldn't stay in my lines last night

so I let him fly


~*~

Song 1, Stanza 8 (unfinished)

I'll blow those colors into

the juice glass sitting on my nightstand

sleep with one eye open
to guard them from the spider's long legs

&

dream about a water passage where the tide meets river current

a lot of spots interrupted by strange weather conditions

my beautician (from Soul, Korea)
says:
you have a good hair, Petra
this style is called,

the Disconnect.

then in one razor movement turns up the Christian rock

2 parts vinegar 10 parts water
and if this isn't enough we saturate the soul in creme rinse

underneath the house
bones try to talk the demon out of a pipe

across the street
@ Hickey's Gas Station
Erma
with her eyebrows painted on like worms
tapes up
a couple of neon green
pay first
signs

she is singing a song about
light and stillness

and the demon stirs
he knows he can roll this lighter
he knows it takes me exactly
3 minutes to drive home
and take off my nightgown

I know that you are a liar
and that your skin is skinless

and when the buttons finally pop there will be a thunderstorm

the perfect time to lose my place

Not Any Face, Just Your Face

a mahogany cocktail

of smoke grown

so email me some 'moon shadow'


I'm tired of this violent vinyl

Eyes Keep The Cold

Why is there wheat
on the bed? I ask his black
eye, the rule.

We had become
friends this way.

He flashed his mirror at me.
I swam a little,
in some naked, sweet
night. On shore

he is different
than the rest, not level and
moons sit beneath
his eyes. Clothes-pins,
a tender storm.

Sometimes we lie speechless
like ghosts and think about how we hate normal sentences
and how we will die believing in snow.

Remember When You Said

don't be mean?

okay. so your heart isn't braided into mine.

whatever.

and really
I know it doesn't matter.

it's like colors

they fade in the sun.

and my river never touched you

so you can still pretend that you
are

clean.

He Said, I'll Show You How To Move Without Moving

His breath:

chili & Schlitz Malt Liquor

This Is My Destiny

i swim

in and out of

your moving colors

sometimes i can touch

the morning moon

on your thigh

we are weightless

and your arms wrap around me

like ivy

................

You've Got Me Crazy Now

tonite on my 15 minute break
i went outside
and smoked and got lost
in the black sky

in the tracks
of discolored

of erased

of crossing shadows

a spool of nails

dull & broken

a face

i know by heart