The fucking box (hall of mirrors)

a scribble from a 2012 sketchbook

The fucking box (hall of mirrors)

Hello human being

Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen

The dust I swallow

The dust of the cold

Intuitive, subversive to

Question the very meaning

Breathe eat sleep seeking

Work one’s way through

The wormhole

The dust we swallow

The fuss we follow

To Be or Not To Be Bold

Shallow, formal

In the hospitals of old

I feel this dirt I can not hold

Arrange the words to untangle

Anything too absurd

While mountains moan

And shift and groan

I tap gently on the

The piano keys,

The krispy krakkle of paper well-worn

The fuss we fawn.

We each have our way,

Times you jar on my ears grrrr

This is my time, our time

Kind time, found rhyme time

Faith and trust I follow, or

What is this life for

That’s why I keep my notebooks small.

I don’t have the space to put this all.

The First Fear

I fear

Being alone

And

I fear

That’s the only reason

I keep you

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The Call

The Call is out

[I’m calling]

(something listens)

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A song for all lovers

Ok it’s quiet now everyone

has gone and left me alone.

I can not exist if I want to

(Of sorts) with an old playmate

or two, sitting with strangers

and watching families commune

with my own blood and kin

alone, accents

dancing children little

people who know how to have fun.

souls on swivel poles

when the conversation isn’t interesting

I’ve ever tried to impress

or make love me

has nothing to do with

Do do need one more

Another while with an other

A love to put her morals on standby

How do you pause

This ancient drama,

Girl of the World?

How do I speed up the happenings that matter

And slow down the things

That need to go now

Lay it all out again

Lists and keys and notes, pieces of

a puzzle that somehow ought to fit

Well, my plants survived three weeks

Without my presence

And so should I now I hear my own soul speak

Not lost in a forest, all alone,

But united and known to all lovers

By the sound, soft and deep

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