Daydreams

walking through the world one day 
there are no black flies
and the only words out of anyone's mouth are...


You are welcome.
You are beautiful.
Have you lost some weight?
Won't you come in?
I am happy you are here.
I missed you.
I love you.
I love you still.
I love you more. 
I love you with all of my heart.
I love you more than life itself.
I am grateful to you.
I have this money for you.
You are brilliant.
I see your talent.
You are a great writer.
You are right. 
Did I mention that you are beautiful?
You glow.
I wouldn't change anything about you.
I think you are wonderful.
I am giving you what you want.
Yes, I am giving you what you want.
Wow.

Where I write

These are the most recent addition to my writing space. They are two word/objects rescued from my wallet yesterday. I have been carrying these bits of napkin around with me for over two months, trying to learn their lessons. Now they live here, by my writing desk so they don't crumple up any more. At first I liked that they were getting weathered, then my priorities changed. And I wrapped them in electrical tape.

There are also bits of napkins, which will be recycled after recording them here, that say:

"The ink came from the veins of my mother"

and

"Offensive advance
capturing two would
lessen the larger threat"

I stole this word-fodder from Adam's set lists. (Thank you, Brother)

I hover on air

a moth

not afraid to slow down

But having gone through chrysalis

I am afraid of capture

Looping the whole time

1 2 3 no escape

I am afraid yours is a quite voice

and a loud chorus

These quiet Sunday mornings

will change soon

we will scratch

I will say come in

You will come in

You will turn on

You will turn off

I can not imagine you 
in auto color

Not now

when you are reds and sepias

and your star eye veins

Now you are painted like a snake

All of you

I want more like you

I want more you

I want more

I want

I want a loud verse

and a quiet chorus

Some time to breath in between

explosions of sound

I want pauses where our entire orchestra goes quiet

a pause for the flutist to catch her breath

a pause for the dancer to stretch her arches off stage

And then again the strings

and then again the wind

Flower of Life

you tremble in perfection

Uncut

a growing thing

I smell you carefully

Polination is followed by death

And and...

sometimes I drop out

or turn Kali

with hungry ghost love

You sing a song

I have never heard before

but sometimes I think
I am an alchemical base 
Can you sing to copper?

day possibility

night terror

night possibility

day terror

Have you seen the aurora?

I imagine it is more beautiful

than I can imagine

more beautiful than a painted snake

I imagine it will be

mystically significant

So what if it just

pretty lights in the sky?

I look at the prism in my window

Hanging where it never

gets enough sun to rainbow

fish

Sometimes I watch a fish under the water, thinking if I just keep following it with my eyes, it might be one that jumps up…and I'll better understand what's going on.