Sunday, August 29, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lindakay/sets/72157624784882808/
I have to be done or I will drive myself insane.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Can I remember you
young, supple, easy
expectant
Willing to fight
willing to give your heart for love
for me
Dylan on your breath
and a punk rock soul
Kicking down doors
Can I remember you full of piss
and forget
It may be
our last waltz
You will never be everything again
You will never be Nin
or Ferlinghetti
and I
will never be your Miller
your passion runs tirelessly on
another road
and I find it hard
to keep up.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
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I wish my C1 weren't broke, It may be the best point and shoot ever made. This blows away any crappy new digital point and shoot. Gotta love a Leica.
Taste.
Just one more poem filled with unhealthy, passionate need. One more poem fueled by his clear eyes and square shoulders, he gives my clitoral stamina a mighty workout. He is liquid to me, he jumps around when he plays, kind of half stomping, abbreviated Angus. My eye can't find enough of him. He glimmers in the tin can lights, holding the neck, loose and comfortable. He smiles and everything melts. Maybe I just melt. Lashes the color of honey, I can smell his hair.
When I look at you I don't see married. The rings on my fingers say married. I say married, but he makes me feel like I am not. Why is that? I am nervous, I drink, I am anxious, I drink, I am euphoria and pain, I drink. And then I loosen, I loosen to music and the belt loops of his pants, I loosen to the darkest beer on tap and a shot of Crown, I loosen to converse and white laces, I loosen to sexuality and folded arms, he folds them perfectly. I am in love with the thought of him.
I am thinking, always thinking, always wrapped, always rapping in my head. I never have settled thought. Why can't I just be calm and sit happily on the deck under the trees and be calm? I remember how I used to be in love with the birds and how everything made me happy. Maybe not happy, content, it all made me feel okay. Now I think of how much everything else fades to grey when I think of him, how everything is dull.
This is when I need to decompress. DE Comp! I just need to forget about it, about him, about overly selfish needs and overly indulgent, narcissist crap. But I want it! I WANT IT! Will I get over it? I always do. It just takes me awhile. BUT I WANT IT! I feel like that little Willy Wonka Bitch, screaming for a golden goose.
If you can't plug your quarters into the machine, what is there?
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Thursday, August 05, 2010
ADAM
cube
partial walls separate
tapping
and clicking
the shuffle of paper
cube
it's decorated with
gallery cards
everyone's art
in tiny advertisment
cube
paperclips
hold together the
insanity
and red tape
cube
and he visits
he is silly
singing Cheap Trick
and wanting deep dish
cube
I think if he
didn't visit
I would be lonesome
for silly emails
cube
partial walls separate
tapping
and clicking
the shuffle of paper
cube
it's decorated with
gallery cards
everyone's art
in tiny advertisment
cube
paperclips
hold together the
insanity
and red tape
cube
and he visits
he is silly
singing Cheap Trick
and wanting deep dish
cube
I think if he
didn't visit
I would be lonesome
for silly emails
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
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Washington, DC, June 22, 1999 -- In rejecting the state of Georgia's appeal to enforce institutionalization of individuals with disabilities, the Supreme Court today affirmed the right of individuals with disabilities to live in their community in its 6-3 ruling against the state of Georgia in the case Olmstead v. L.C and E.W.
Under Title II of the federal Americans with Disabilities Act, said Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, delivering the opinion of the court, "states are required to place persons with mental disabilities in community settings rather than in institutions when the StateÕs treatment professionals have determined that community placement is appropriate, the transfer from institutional care to a less restrictive setting is not opposed by the affected individual, and the placement can be reasonably accommodated, taking into account the resources available to the State and the needs of others with mental disabilities. "
Under Title II of the federal Americans with Disabilities Act, said Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, delivering the opinion of the court, "states are required to place persons with mental disabilities in community settings rather than in institutions when the StateÕs treatment professionals have determined that community placement is appropriate, the transfer from institutional care to a less restrictive setting is not opposed by the affected individual, and the placement can be reasonably accommodated, taking into account the resources available to the State and the needs of others with mental disabilities. "
Monday, August 02, 2010
River breath on my face and neck
I thought about it
going to bed with Sylvia
Blankets made of carbon monoxide
or valium
Drawing highways on my wrists
white caps on filthy city veins
My eyes hit the haze hoping for a sign
God
Why don't the angels sing?
The water just kept calling me
Please lie down in the waves and sleep
I closed my eyes
words rushing over my eardrums
Shivering
Does it really matter?
Do I really matter?
I tightened hood strings
pale face and cold
I walked back to the car
street lights held halo
I took another pull off the bottle
and thought about how happy I should be
Keys in the ignition
the click purr hum
Speakers howl and I feel the bass in my stomach
Forgetting a little about how much
I hate myself sometimes
Sunday, August 01, 2010
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