fortuitous misfortune plastered in the curls
of historical whispers
under the bed floors
and the milky sheets
of a page in the slumber of a time
legends and wrinkles
maybe they knew something we didn't
maybe it's going
wispy flames

my suitcase drags on the stone floors
into air i can't breathe
without
solitude and nose hairs

here i've found my gem, the cravings
the wanderings
the coffee shop bustle with the string of intellectualism flossing my teeth
standing on platforms built for talking
i stay for a time in this space
to which i am a virgin
and i lick it up like salt from a shot
and i shoot it down and bite
but i can't finish the second and third
all is too boring by then
and i want something only
simple and lovely
a cabin
steam
grapes
books
records
dust
greens

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speak with lover, of love and lovelies
use my body on the earth
contact old friend
do work things
exercise fingers with strings
puppets
take herbs and cleanse
shed
start something new
do this again

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the build squash jagged train
smokey the bulldozer
jolly jelly bean roll
wither flower into cymbal crash bird
fly fly fly
if it doesn't make you move
shaking chains in dungeons
tapping a pillow with your dreams
kicking the minutes on repeat
a dangle from the lash of your beating eye
missing the snare on the whole piece of pie
and you wonder why
you haven't learned to dance

dissonance churns
when you aren't playing
when you cut the jam
and your spread across a sandwich in st. james infirmary
croaking the blues
without the bones to know
your knows from your snot

the fierceness of the charge forward without compromise
your bull in the skull
still, twitching