hurricane

Sometimes evaporating waves set sail.

Dissipating energy settle into a molecule of thought,

The ocean swelling kisses towards the sun burnt sailors

Fading away into the air catching on currents.

the air boisterously coddle and plays,

water at her most benign.

air opens this new sea,

warm caresses cresting,

swirling pockets of breath

exhaled in wind,

enticing the ocean to rise,

pressing her rhythms allegro.

And then the dance begins.

past the horizon

the soul storm breaks
those waves settle down,
i watch the horizon glow crimson.

i don't know about your process,
but i have faith in mine -
the tickled laughter from the universe
snickered assurance.

tonight a friend brought me home
on a motorcycle.
ripening earth and jasmine
plume the air
exorcising the lungs
of all that gravity,
i float into my own
moving canvass
become the bike, the road,
the jasmine growing.

i don't know about tomorrow.
i heard many promises
and beautiful pictures painted
awaited there,
held fast,
always a distance off the horizon
like heaven promised to our suffering.
if i love jesus,
i'll be loved someday.
if i loved you,
someday you'd take the time
to return it.

nah, baby.
the universe rumbled in tail pipes
announcing my time.
i guess i'll meet you at the horizon
if i ever get there.
i'd promise, but there is enough broken.

~Broadway pink

Help me find the dimensions in my golden ratio.
I'm tapped out.

Five More Minutes

She lingered in bed letting the blankets gobble up her conscious thoughts that tried to escape into the growing daylight.  Fresh sprigs of memory punched holes through the darken cocoon warmly wrapped around the resisting, she didn’t want to remember she had to go to work or that she needed to call her Mother. Her body wanted to remain prostrate in the soft caresses of cotton sheltering her obligatory rise, postulating flight with wingless arms cutting the horizon in ribbons as she floated high.  The canopy tickled her feet at first until she learned to flex her toes en pointe, dancing on the tips of branches bouncing her weightless body higher until she could breathe in the clouds and exhale the smoky rings allowing her to fly on her back. There was something about playing chicken with the unflinching ground spinning like a bullet’s head inches before impact only to thrust her arms upward as if she was really diving into the deep blue sky and felt the self splash into the currents of air. This seemed more possible than the mundane trajectory of her day – thimble fingers teaching others how to sow feathers on the shoulder blades.  She clung to swaddling dreams, a renegade of reality, promising in five more minutes she might give something to the waking day.

sketchbook: tangential flight

There is no place like home, unless you're homeless, then there is no place like a home.

I want out of all the boxes. Too many folded up cardboards in my life.

The cocoon is getting itchy. Its stuffy in here too.

I love how the major economic boost in this State are the marijuana clinics. Be sick, get a pot card, boost the economy. Key words: Be sick.

Funny, people struggling with alcoholism are sick too. 

typing away the dark into dawn

The last few days went like this. Work, then travel, some sleep, rise and take Mom to the surgery; exploding histories regressing against malignity in the day, surgery, then more purgatory until I could no longer stay. Off I go into the dark, park myself on the train and arrive in time to become employee. Sleep and then rise again in the night to repeat the employment part. I believe I managed to shower a couple of times.

...Instead of walking the streets a zombie, I take a taxi into work, letting the quiet ride pull me through the foggy canvas. The stark winter light washed away in the receding snow, spring begins her work in the hazy smudging of lamp lights...

...I return once again to the stranger typing away the dark into dawn.
~excerpt~

On my mind: ADHD of the brain today

~My mother's breast cancer.
~the color purple and the way it sneaks into the beam of light that stretches across my room.
~Wisconsin and their politicians.
~The dishes I haven't washed.
~My bike in the closet that I am ready to ride.
~Still, my cat I gave up.
~Am I giving my mother enough of what she needs right now?
~Spontaineity vs. impulsivity
~Second Solitude
~Cellular memory
~butterflies
~Egypt
~Sleep
~breakfast with my fave peeps this morning
~why new staff keep trying to reinvent the wheel. Its a wheel, it goes around. Unless you can make it move smoother, please stop adding to the squeaks.
~3rd wave feminism is still missing a key voice in sexuality.
~someday women will move past emmulating mysogyny to empower their sexuality (This includes the mistress syndrome)
~saw a dog catcher yesterday with a butterfly net. it was ACME surreal.
~practicing loving kindness as a radical act, because it apparently is one.
~over nights suck my soul, but i love the work.
~lists
~all that weird lightening from last night.
~trainrides
~planerides
~the overwhelming obligations this week that cannot meet my sleep patterns for the over nights.
~laughter that purrs from the throat and tickles the air.
~Taxi drivers' opinions
~oatmeal (I love that stuff)
~a warm sweater
~a loose blouse
~building faith in a world that roots for the underdog but expects the bad people to rise to power.
~Art that is produced with empathy, not self genuflection
~courage despite fear
~a new show to watch
~a new hair cut
~those tv avangelists who keep preaching revelations and islamic extremists (can't we do it redneck style and have them go to the backyard? Let the ignorant sh!ts duke it out until they are tired while the rest of us focus on building a new world for all?)
~brain candy
~I know very few people who are not addicted to alcohol, pot, or food
~I believe we can get past anxiety without xanax, ativan, and pot.
~all emotions have a root in reason, its about learning to not feed them negative reactions.
~everyone calls certain feelings love, but few know how to actually produce love in action, thereby nulling their feeling as something less like lust, attraction, obsession.
~Vegans need to remember their existence is a priveledge, still please keep making it possible for the rest of us, but stop with the judgements - you come off like right wing Christians. Not cool.
~Christians who insist I am a sin for being gay/queer. Hello! We have more important things to fight to save like our environment, our children, our crumbling economy.
~The beautiful sound of rain falling.
~The way the sun can warm the face on a cold winter day.
~what am I going to eat for breakfast?
~My mother's breast cancer