hermit is a

today was a walking hermit through a tall forest shuffling the darker lines of mean. I arrived in this place watching two then three small ants walking the rim of skin laughing at jokes nicer than him. quickly swarming moments vanishing into the sad ones of my mom already sick in her robot voice. still unable to play. still not invited to play. then was shoved like a loud bug into the discourse of someone else’s rhetoric. healing like two poets in pearls humming like locusts in a poplar tree in spring. I used to think these messages were mine and now the loudest of them don’t want to hear me. I can quickly vanish and split pears with these seams.


the lawn of a naughty life

turn out all of the lights

we were in the mountains with best friends from childhood

snowy trails with horses & warm houses.

amethyst is a common butter the color of hemlocks, the stare of indigo locks

my violin is safe

afresh a bell a fresh, time is more dangerous in the folds of summertime.


experience forgives as the flow accepts

sticky ego steeps

where my head laid basked still, into the taste of it.

If grace were glass plants underwater I

have an idea to love again


resentments they let go of us

bliss me naked in your service.

black painted blue authority in gold

the chord becomes broken unraveled in rays

cut stretched between notes


forgiveness a daily act

a boom box in the rain, nodding harmony blended beats

open masks curved running the lines of a genius

an orchestra

the sensuality of a beast.


the sax has decided to be the proper instrument for your dilemma

much pleasant sounds come from it

a big wooden chest gift in yellow sunflowers the proof of us

the song makers of rolled notes

or rest.


falling black fulcrums, double shadowed and inverted

the color of plasm

backpacking trips together through landscapes of red mesa

falling towards one

another, lucky flowers a one-time beast


do you remember the listened night of a good song.

rosebud hips

kits, blend, bit, brilliant,

some words are irrelevant,

some are unspoken, afresh a bell a fresh.


he is listening to her mother about the yellow dog. she is going to kill the yellow dog. she forgets this sentence after she sits with her dying. the machine talking with her about the dying. the dog doesn’t need flowers. the dog needs a doctor. so does she. but they waited too long so the doctor will come in the morning. she met her brother’s girlfriend. he didn’t feed her. he didnt know to. he did help her. the next morning she cleaned out eight garbage bags. full of fresh petrified trash from her room. its not close to clean. still mouse droppings covered in dust crusted in ten years of kept house notes and receipts. she laundered the small ones. for the small one. he needed to do laundry. she wants to swim in the ocean. thats an easy sentence. she wants him to kiss her and fuck her. she wants more than that with him. there’s a reason she didn’t talk to them for ten years. she forgives easily. he insulted her kindness. he insulted her dog and cursed her for about 16 seconds because she said that sunflower was her cat. he insulted his softness. she honestly doesn’t remember. she likes his softness the most. other than he’s not her brother anymore and she has neither mother or father. and yet they also are. her mother only moans her father spins webs of disappointment. they say thank you and goodnight. and what she does know is – get me the fuck out of here. maybe it is good I came. no one can tell her whether to come out. or what what worth means. or love.

I was working at a school in europe and my horse chic was my transportation. this was dreamy and completely sweet. then I thought about getting back together with my evil ex and having wax but instead we broke up kindly and my horse was trailered to my barn. I made up her stall. then she turned into my cat lily. I bought masks a little wild card.

when transience considered bliss

I’m cold in a tropical forest of

festive peanuts

for christmas breakfast my class will instruct me to make somtam

every encounter is one where we learn to encounter ourselves

1004 days ago, is either extremely specific, or incredibly random

rumination is complete ruin

acid, we really care

I really wish that I had a family for my life.

pull out the sweater vests

love notes weighted in cement to

we lived & loved more

and we understood the past

selfie revolutions

seven hours later I found some flowers

call me

yesterday was strange again

they decided to lock the rooftop during the perfect sunset

take a shower instead

you lost power at twenty minutes exactly

that feeling when people are trying to upbid their five-year-old

stop selling your kids they will find out eventually

she said no one should have to die that way

he pretended to call the police.

they arnt taking away the services. he is.

you know people are listening. that was the best you could.

I woke myself to a gorgeous sunset

asking what I should learn. a different meditation?

there is so much gas lighting going on

we went to the audition

she played this guitar cigar

violin with buttons instead of strings

our concierge were chinese-hmong people

I told him never to call me his sister

yesterday was strange again.




I miss horses

why train a partner

to question everything

it was a stepping stone

to trust men again.

but that gentleman

thing still scares me

which is probably

what I want most

even though I love

the dirty sex thing

I should be thinking

about my visa.

he ended up marrying

a cowgirl

which I think is perfect

but I appreciate

those moments so much

I was so scared

of everything

but put me on a horse

& I’m home.

when he came to visit me

the cowboy

I would not

let him into my apartment

my best friend let him crash

at her place

across the hall. 

spurs & all. 

gosh was so scared

but he asked me out

on top of a horse

& that was pretty dreamy

& sweet

at that point in my life

I was so scared of men

from almost being killed. 

but that horse. 

gave me so much

we probably scare

the same but I empty

my fear because I understand.

he gave me the

hardest horse.  & we walked

calmly through water.

that’s when the young cowboy

fell in love with me

& gave me his hat. 

he took the picture.


to recollect

the desire to recollect

that small nibble of pink is envious

of strains of sadness

I do not know if he will come back

chase is a simple plunge like a lover

when she goes to the river it is to avoid the bridge

haunted hotels full of rice cakes

her eyes now mop the greying


dates to the automatic car wash

the first woman to receive the medal of honor in 1865 had

green tomatoes dress her locks of hair

shedding fat feathers from a down smock

into it the street of it brushes her look down a small soi

how escape is a display of

horney clients


someone has to put the pieces back together

benefits of war technology and medical care

ethics versus morality

masters the technique of eye trauma

women fighting self-defense and the power of force

I masturbated for two hours today

why would you steal someones clothes


in the rain tips of the rain

a foal vest wandered out

the ability of voice in community and the ways in which we are able to come together and be alone

a message from her brother

bevis puts his son to rest in the mount of olympus

you can stand up to legs listening to the oxygen scraping the clouds

diaphanous dimming


on the tops of the alps

we stayed in completely hilarious like

tender stick moon light

monarch wing wrists

the stoner gods want to see more food photos

pale stone firm even fingers

she was hugging a stupid furry cat


in invention of the wind in solace

two hands put them together

it is not free

and eventually those people with those hands will get pissed off

the problem with people you think are interesting

love notes on the doorstep

a prize for a poem on the battle of the nile


inventions of two alone in a room full of picassos tears

love is a constant attribute without any object for my love

love a part of me, always present and always seen by everyone coming near me

Im sad I wish I had gone

the one I havnt seen

fuck selfish pricks

jokes need to be about something


the importance of aging in your 20s

is love completely intransitive

when it is real

pink vignettes

the morals dont fit the stories

ethics more than morals

punk fairy tales

how u handle a girl with attitude you kiss her


oral literature and the formula

abstraction and instance

the type- token relation in linguistic theory

I have defensive wounds all over my body

and Im bleeding

I cant even use air con in Thailand


when the bee crawled from my left to my right waiting . for the bts

where we had our first date

( where we got to know each other for a little while

: : allah & her bats


my stop little was super sweet                  ( for sitting down too late


wanted to make me her pet . 360 kids playing earthquake in the sun


: : gelatinous magic playing . earthquake in the sun


just as I befriend you     ( I said I love you

a curse a cuss . awash

bring me to you again and again . kiss and again ( a fable of buried kisses

: : full in lilac



little sad . little okay . kinda confused . things are just beginning to feel strange

he told me I should be an art teacher in germany .when the other offered that he didn’t appreciate gay people I let him know he needed to leave . he lives here . I said that was unfortunate . maybe I should meet his father . maybe I should go to shanghai

why I fell asleep and now I feel very lonely . maybe that’s why I didn’t leave my room . I almost forgot about the sad stuff . how my friend told me I was fake and walked off telling me it was the last time.  I miss s

I almost forgot that last night I had to teach my community about the difference between dildos & vibrators . although strangely paralytic I’m craving tomyum goong . today has been strangely productive

they are using lavender and stories about me to calm her . my horse is dying . I’m just trying to smoke . well fuck that’s not gentle . like when we made out on the balcony in the rain my back to the edge . a storm is coming

funny how reading a story can bring you to tears . I finally played my lighter blew up . last night he made peace into a boat and drew the world over. I felt better when they wanted to come to me . I almost back flipped on one of those concrete pylons . but I did not

rest in peace little fish friend . last-supper cliff-jumpers love the water . finding something new . a highly respected buddha queen . the feeling of missing a really good friend. I should have taken a picture of my favorite island dogs

I can leave the country and come back . the last supper is funny . or rather is . everything will be okay . I’m not missing . one of her best moments of the wedding was when the grandmother complimented her flood grown breasts

compassion is a necessary sometimes pain in the ass  .  oh the beach . best to go for the yolk . it’s very difficult to peel an egg with one hand

I received two of the same poetry books

we shot the christmas tree into the air and guided it through the air with parachutes

the butterfly landed on my left shoulder

a bud of a rose flower

for the love of paint , says my bladder

you do not have the void for a face                               run backwards it changes all the seasons

figurine wolf words

how to get to the right side of that bridge

if you ever touch her or any other child ::


I will fucking kill you

collecting shells, rocks, bits of the shoulds of earth rocked into a feather, wild raspberries, tips of stained fingers black with roots

gourmet paths of skin of pearls that skin the mind into a hunter of dreams and life

a tracer of pearls

sweet love


my mother also almost had three children. her first was her aborted fourth

bright culled balls of yarn . presents written and wrapped in newspaper yarn

I wrote a song . an alarming ocher cure

we are having that fun when you feel that at any moment you could be punched

in the mouth

fond of the phrase silly cunt & silly retard

:: hold them close to my chest when I was stoned at school


we didnt fight . we smoked and chilled and healed with a sort of mellow speed

he let me know if was okay to let it go

they trade their words

comy nests of braids

I am quite fond of the world brainchild

I wanna go to a beach


he trimmed and peared the tree into a penis

north korea really needs to chill the fuck out about the world ending

really hope the fridge thing works itself

damn they are adorable