Breathing beneath the sea

When I was small and a child I felt extraordinary and insufficient, defective somehow. Missing something while having too much. Too much musing and feeling. That I suffered fear and sensitivity.

Being human is difficult. When we lose someone we love we're confronted with the knowledge of how small we are. How wondrous and immense the sky continues to be.

Always visions of a rhythmic wild inky mass terrifies me as I sense my head succumbing beneath the blackened night. I imagine the abysmal bottom.

I'm breathing beneath the sea.
Creating sounds whales hear and speak.

----28 april 2010

ache what we do for each other
voice a scavenger roaming
words sans sound

-- 23, 24 april 2010

yellow grey

Every moment all things are going to happen. There are times one wonders of pink pigs on a soft couch. One day violent heat yellow grey sensation of whispers.

Sodden eyes ignite reflection.
She still feels her round belly fly up.
We are both here.

---22 april 2010

scream

I've felt loved and a killing like a cougar scream at night.

--le 7 avril 2010

me here And there

There is so much. All this space, this space inside. Unfocused outlines. Visual thoughts that haunting keeping me here. And there.

An orange doric column. A wool dress. Black mane thick standing straight the sidewalk smiling a beauty admired and despised. The concave slope of dense shoulders persisting tforward.

-- le 7, 9 24 avril 2010