Musings.

Just another taste of flesh
a flattened rancid bitter road kill
when all I want is to look away
but I am head strong, headlong into a mouth of hateful sadness
Will the world bend to my musings and be my wonder?
Will you light me with rattle canned bridges
tagged with rain and spray paint
Praise be to the maple lined city streets in the softness of wet dusk
Ambling on river banks adoring homeless heads on concrete pillows
and all I want is to find the softness of the tap of the foot
the shadow of your bent head in the quiet light
soft and yielding
and I will find your heart in every drop
every tiny bud
every mouth's smallest song
and the power in the quiet kiss upon the earth's dirt bath
Feeding every spoonful to the muse
like the soured poison that makes you well
medicinal and strange
bathing in it until I am no longer able
I will not vomit this cancer from my hateful mouth
it brings me wonder and painful contentment
The smallest broken twig will make me whole.

image0

image0, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

image0

image0, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

Blonde

image0, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

Blonde indeed.

last bit.

image0, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

upswing.

image0, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

I can still hear him calling my name across the yard
Get your ass in the house
his hazel eyes hateful slits red drunk
mad at me again
dirty feet, barefoot, running circles under filbert trees
bats overhead in the summer sky
stars nodding sadly that they were ill fit for protection
they just kept quiet I guess
inside the swelling glow of too much fighting drunk
and the log trucks returned from long days up the river
with full loads
I am called once again through the back door to hell

>Oct. 25, 1945~ July 1, 2008- Judy Eileen Smith, 62, of Vancouver, WA, passed away on July 1, 2008. She was born on Oct. 25, 1945 in Kellogg, ID to Joseph and Bernice Burroughs.

red jam jar half full of a drunken lobby
lobby to be everything when I miss the
smallest things
the pine needles soft bed
the stamens color yellow dusted
and the smell of spring
with you in the death bed
my head lifted to the wind in the sky
I will lobby for the day we can sit in the sun
talk about Daddy's last days and how you left too early
and the wine in my glass misses you more
because it is nearly summer and you are still gone
and the pit in my throat
is drunk and crying.

death keeper

image0-1, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

on the trail of spray paint.

on the trail of spray paint. , a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

Fuji 3000 taken from a little land camera

tiny free art.

tiny free art., a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

Porn.

Porn., a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

....

Rollie painted-1, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

Blow.

IMGP6577, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

I dare ya.

here and gone

here and gone, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

find

75530031, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

NATE/JOEL

IMGP6546, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

tiny free art

tiny free art, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

Lilt.

Lilt., a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.