Posted 10 minutes ago

tasty

do you remember
I was your profiterole
your pastry with cream

Posted 1 hour ago
…aaaand some hearts from Joy help ease me into a rough evening. sigh. thank you!!!!

…aaaand some hearts from Joy help ease me into a rough evening. sigh. thank you!!!!

Posted 1 hour ago

visiting family- desperate times

Posted 2 hours ago

visiting in the parlor

staring at heaps of old photos
people I’ve never known
their stories somehow woven in today
faded and torn paper
faces grim and lined
farms and coal mines and factories
aprons and gardens and animals
ancestry and genes
paraded quietly in frames and books
collecting dust and smudged fingerprints
children wondering at the eyes
crinkled but familiar
repeated in the faces in front of them
sitting upright on velveteen
politely nodding at repeated stories

Posted 4 hours ago

don’t think I wanna keep up anymore
after tripping and falling behind
I see the view is ok
slower, quieter
tired of shouting into pillows
synthetic bolstering
nobody noticed before
I don’t see any change now
I can walk away with hands in pockets
keeping mine for me

Posted 8 hours ago

the slam

so a shimmy led to a quake
which meant the deluge
would be next

ripping the clothes from her hot skin
she knew it was time to begin

barely a breath stitched in time
held the spew of chaos
sublime in it’s breadth and scope

she shook with abandon letting go
finally clear

the curiosity seekers found it odd
expecting a busking pro to fold
when she was yelling tapestries

soaked and spent she carried on
not wanting to leave her nook

drums from somewhere low pounded
marking her soles as she danced
slowing when she tripped over grace

Posted 9 hours ago

falling
used to be magic
learning tricks of light
heartbreaking
laughter bubbles
absurdity too keen to avoid
lord how I could stare for hours
at the light dripping all over the dust
completely letting go
delectable

Posted 18 hours ago

the slam

so a shimmy led to a quake
which meant the deluge
would be next

ripping the clothes from her hot skin
she knew it was time to begin

barely a breath stitched in time
held the spew of chaos
sublime in it’s breadth and scope

she shook with abandon letting go
finally clear

the curiosity seekers found it odd
expecting a busking pro to fold
when she was yelling tapestries

soaked and spent she carried on
not wanting to leave her nook

drums from somewhere low pounded
marking her soles as she danced
slowing when she tripped over grace

Posted 18 hours ago

hold the tomato

cherokeeghostwriter:

wordrummager:

feeling intense malaise

somehow that reminds me of mayonnaise

now I need a sandwich

maybe a Cuban press

and now I am reminded of rum

I need a drink

soothe a now maudlin drunk

remind me why I write rum thoughts

heal me with late nite munchies

Posted 20 hours ago

timing is off
table is cracked
there’s a trail leading down the hall
can’t stop muttering
won’t make sense of the scene
bumping into the wall
strewn paper and clothes
falling plaster and ghosts
I seem to be a bit lost

Posted 21 hours ago

come together in one place (generation lost in space)

that ad on tv
really helped me
find my place in the world

Posted 22 hours ago

falling
used to be magic
learning tricks of light
heartbreaking
laughter bubbles
absurdity too keen to avoid
lord how I could stare for hours
at the light dripping all over the dust
completely letting go
delectable

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