I like yoko ono, even though it may be uncool

Walking on thin ice, I’m paying the price For throwing the dice in the air. Why must we learn it the hard way And play the game of life with your heart?
I gave you my knife, You gave me my life Like a gush of wind in my hair. Why do we forget what’s [...]

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Today

Today I was thinking. I was making decisions about the issues that have harboured inside me for years. I cried more than once. But not because of sadness. It was a release of emotion, and almost joyful.
There are things that need you to cry about them. But this doesn’t make one sad.
I need something that’s [...]

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What I want to know is this

will he wait for me like I waited for him?

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So?

This is me. Apple cheeks cute black hair sophisticated arches over my eyes.
So?A supple spine cloaked in rolling flesh.
So?
Pretty simle. Marked face.
So?
Smile, stare and dance with me.
Breathy silence, promises unmade.

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Rotten Tomatoes

Red fruit sitting on a shelf.
Possibility of choices.
Leave the ripening mass to dissolve, over excite itself, bursting its own skin.Or eat it. A little sweet, a little rotten.
But I watch it day by day.
Opening the fridge door, closing it, opening.
The tomato turns red, swollen excited to burst then sag and wrinkle day by day.
Never becoming [...]

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You Must Create

A child, a lonliness, a sealed-off self
You must create
Frivilous sketches, untennable conceits
You must create A swelling indignation, row upon row of lies
You must create
Carpet stains, gasps in the night, intrigue and scorn
You must create

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Deep down driving

I’ve been listening to the Violent Femmes lately. A lot. They pose this question “how do I explain this deep down driving?”. And I wonder how I do.
Mostly, the Zoloft makes me feel flat. But sometimes, I’m overtaken by some kind of urgency that can’t adequately be answered inside this restrictive society. I was [...]

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Wit

This statement is a tautology because it contains redundant communication.

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Worn

I’ve got this very strong desire to be alone and untethered for a while. The unit that is “Anna+Souvarine” seems old and junky to me now. Its the favourite old dress, worn to rags, that you have every intention of repairing as soon as you get a moment away from all the niggling details of [...]

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Tears

There are tears in my reality. Reaching down to touch the floor, I wonder at its coldness. Pretty made up women on the teevee are just a phantasm. There are jews in under the carpet. There are muslims behind the door. Fear of enemies everywhere, but not that kind for me. My world is silent. [...]

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