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July 23, 2013

naughty paintings on the ipod, there lives a boy's mind;
naughty stories on the kobo; the world can hate it if it likes.

large, july rain pelts, children sleep in three dark bedrooms;
july isn't over yet.

granular coffee and poots, rather alone with a large burn mark,
types silently, virtually, inside the loud rainy sounds.

maybe a moment, fleeting, with two large bosoms, ahah, there's a rare word in the mEp.
scroll down poot, scroll down, before the children awake.
all of them.






July 22, 2013

there is no significance to random letters on a string;
the hamster cage lid tilts in synch with tiltled things;
my ears ring, my inner ear tilts too. many good sleep nights wiped out in one fell swoop.
hours tossing, wide awake, i could have run a marathon.
now i need tylenol.








July 18, 2013
endless vacation waiting.

my lovely Swiss man has been centered, like a ball of wet clay on a spinning wheel



now, we take our time, so non chalant
we spend our nights, so bon vivant
the money comes, the money goes
we know it's all a phassing phase...
-billy joel







July 14, 2013
what sleep, dreamt of a phone on a wire on a highway.

  stiff neck, stifling heat, birthday presents piled high, questions pass thru me
coffee. coffee. radio rattles noise. frantic thoughts racing back to the beginning.
all that uncertainty and i'm the only one who knows. hoping for the anti-histamine gods,
the loudest noise is in my eardrums, the Swiss man is outside, and the small-framed saggy one
has been robbed, time and time again, of bodily pleasures, by sleep, oh precious bad sleep.

July 13, 2013
sleep, oh precious sleep

mid-july, mid-summer morning, crystalline sundrops through the bright green canopy,
something slices through my thoughts; and it might be my thoughts.
scant thoughts that can really be displayed here, no matter how private, but i try, i try.
more coffee please, poots isn't done yet.

a yellowy forecast with lots of threes and no smile yet from poots
slumber was precious, precious hours, counting them from 6:00 AM with Tylenol to assist.

go, java, go, from this bright world of green and yellow sun.

the Swiss man bandies about; part of him is no longer Swiss.

July 11, 2013
birthday season


a full house, sleeps.
a man less traumatized;
a boy and his father;
a girl who missed her mother;
a child cries in the middle of the night.

progress requires struggle, so says the line, poots very slowly imbibes.
cicadas do their thing, garbage men and mowers theirs, and poots hers.
summer, the depths of it, came overnight, it brought a bottle of cave spring pinot noir,
a bag of fudge, and one very beloved snail.



how much will YOU explain.
some more, some less.
we've all got our thing.

July 8, 2013

don't ask me any questions.

i lay in bed at night, and i chronicle there;

is THAT the real world, or is this.

i'm going to work.

July 5, 2013

http://www.youtube.com./watch?v=F1aLtbK-f3E


Que mes draps se souviennent
De nos matins livides
Que le sang de mes veines
Se fige ou bien se vide

Que mes doigts ne retiennent
Que l'odeur de ta peau
Que mon corps t'appartienne
Bien au del?des mots

[Répétition 1] :
Je t'oublierai, je t'oublierai, je t'oublierai
Je t'oublierai, je t'oublierai

[Répétition 2] :
Que tout autour de moi
Se souvienne de toi
Je t'oublierai, je t'oublierai

Que mes pieds se souviennent
Du sable o?tu marchais
Que ta voix me revienne
Dans un supermarch?br>
Que la télévision
Me renvoie ton regard
Qu'on appelle ton prénom
Dans un aérogare

La lune et le soleil
Se souviendraient de toi
Comment veux-tu que moi
Tout ?coup je t'oublie

Même si dans mon sommeil
Je te touche, je te vois
Je ne reconnais pas
Le jour d'avec la nuit

Rien ne s'ra plus pareil
Après t'avoir aim?br> Je ne reconnais pas
Les lieux o?l'on allait

Tes yeux ont mis le feu
A mes rêves, mes envies
Et tu as détourn?br> La ligne de ma vie

Que les néons des villes
Te donnent rendez-vous
Dans des bars o?les filles
Sont pareilles partout

Et que les grands murs blancs
De mon appartement
Se referment sur moi
Comme un Cinérama

July 4, 2013

hot.
really hot.

really, really hot.

water melts out of the glass.

even the software is slow.


well, happy happy and all that, but i miss the fireworks toinght.

July 3, 2013

who is that Swiss man posting on facebook.

http://www.youtube.com./watch?v=LeMk7B46xg8
http://www.youtube.com./watch?v=d_6BTJxCK24

just staring, watching, swaying, imaging, waking.


silence moves, moves me, shoulders down, let the time be yours poots.

it is what you need. who likes the running?

listen to elaine and barbra, dream about a different time,
 this time is yours





July 2, 2013

sometimes work just sucks.