missing queens. tearing timorousness.

Chris and I shall continue our Melbourne trekking today. I'm happy to say that one of my jobs temporarily concluded! This is the first weekend since November that I haven't had to work seven days in a week. I woke up this morning insanely excited about that. And then I wrote poetry. tearing timorousness raining. outside of my ordinary window. i sent you sealed envelope confessions. wrapped in blankets of cause. i wanted to give you everything....

snapshot… reminders…

As we've been over, I've peaked in terms of longing to return to my people on my other side of the planet. Today I tried not to think about how I've only got one more week with my family before he returns to where I can't seem to get at the moment. Instead I snapped shots...    

when you can’t get to nyc

BRING NYC TO YOU!!! I have been super spoiled this week indulging in the company of one of my favorite people in the Universe and senior cult affiliate CHRIS!!! As our loyal readers recall, my New York City summer was spent with my companion Chris who put me up in casa a la Queens while I finished my poetry book. Perhaps you remember him from here or here or here... I'm very exited about it being Friday because I have a whole weekend ahead with...

adjusting volume of signs

adjusting volume of signs he redefines. my dialect. i recite characteristics. daily motions. covering closing my... reach... just a little... further. (do you know i wish on stars for you?) he. senses. senseless. without. when the world scratches. more than amounts we are able to endure. locked room song. shattered glass vow. peace-less pieces. partitive tracking. my unexpressed. affirmations. i promise somehow. there is a way. betterment...

magnitude of misplaced

magnitude of misplaced it is somewhat. like you’re cement. locked stance telling me. i am not permitted pleasure. by your terms, years decaying. wear me down to your illusion. as if i ever stay. i remain broken and unbreakable. what you do not know; how i am thickened by scars. inviting your slice. without devotion to the rest. my style to give to the suffering. feed my dismay. at the back of this cavern. i am still. holding a flame. that....
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