♕♕ Sunshine. ♕♕

At the Retrial of Charles Manson

Automatic poem, written in a public space on provided typewriter, before meeting Joyce Carol Oates

Fog, the Dog Eye Mirrors & Golden Ground that Push Though

Seven meteors fell across my face in the last five days I saw you.

Our telomeres shortened as we waited, malnourished, the feeling of separation, of chromosomes fraying, getting sticky.

Exiting, you sublimated unready (I
wouldn't admit & no point to recognize), collected

in thick the thick fog that would have been outright cinematic

to anyone not in shock.  The mirrors in German Shepherd eyes,

our quiet words.  I am positive I told you how much I love fog. 

No, you were the fog//

How you’d love us walking in it,

the flora around us & churning in our guts,
our dogs, slack-leashed;
unsure what to say but being. 

Fractal w/Dick

ADULT.

no. heh, i want you to know i appreciate you on this weird psycho/physical level i don’t have with anyone else, so it’s that much hotter to know you in that way.  i’m at a very sad place & can tell you’re a very good person so i feel okay telling you this.  you're important to me; i love to recall your touch--it's life, it gives me those tingles & i feel special like you do to me.

photos obv by nikola kuperus

Bauhaus Ballet