day 110

Last night I had a dream
  my teeth were falling out
   one by one
    no anesthesia
     nothing
      just gums
Last night I had a dream
 my soul jumped
  out of my body
   onto a plane
  and
    It jumped out of
     the plane
      held back by
       nothing
        just guts
Last night I had a dream
 my hair was at
  wits' end
   the quirkiness is dying
    surgically remove my
     blues
      no anesthesia
       nothing
        just gulfs and gullies
     I can swim
Last night I had a dream
 I was falling
  day by day
   slowly
    out of
  love.
     How.
This morning this
   dream
 was not a
   dream.
It was a blue
 thought.
  I don't have the
   time to
    fall for
     strings
 serenade me with
   cello voices
    horse haired bows
     Keep me in
      tune
       with you
This morning
 my dreams
  sang
   to songbirds
    they are
     dying
      so they
       fly South
  Exit through the back door
   with quiet horse-like footsteps
    hang your shoes above the frame
     A memory
 to remind me of my blues
   Good luck to your
     next love plot
      clot your gulf and gullies
       with the anesthesia I
         never had the
    guts
     to use. For I am
      numb.
       I've given you all I
        could. All the time in the
         universe.
          It could be two thirty
           I have no tooth sores
   but
 I am hurting
today.
   You've taken my soul.
    jumped on it horse
     back through the
      Exit. Head
       South in five miles.
        This is where you will find
 the songbirds.
  Their morning habits are
   dying. They live to
    be nocturnal now. The youth
     will chew for their loved ones
      I'm done chewing
       on stale gum.
        Tooth sores at two thirty leave
 me.
   Leave me with dirty habits.
    Exit through the back door.
     You will never reinvent my dreams
       Last night these
     dreams
       were dying morning habits.
  The songbirds lost their cello voices
   Say hello to your new love plot
    clot tooth sores with gulfs and gullies
     don't drool and drown yourself
      in dreams that don't exist.
       Exit South in five miles.

 Sing stale lyrics to dying songbirds.

day 109

Quetzalcoatl!

It's winter now!

You're still in Mexico

but it's frrrr

frrr

brrrrrrr frreezzing!

Carry me carriage style,

horse sleigh on all four paws.

You're an animal.

I'll give you

all the golden tinsel

I can find

they're hidden in Christmas

wrapped

boxes

in Christmas wrapped

attics.

Upstairs

is crazy. It's always

a party

for animals

like you

and

animal lovers

like me!

day 108

loving you is like

driving on the highway

108 miles per hour

with my eyes closed

in the darkest

night

I've ever

adventured.

while on fire

and switching lanes

without signaling

It's confusing. I

hate it.

I don't know why

I took this highway

tonight.

day 107

Open letter to the sweet students of Miss Stott

There will be days

when the words of strangers

will change your life. Live

with open eyes, 

someday,

some days will aspire you

more than others. This

is how you recognize

growth.

Youth is sprouting

through each vein of your

Fingertips.

You possess the change you

wish

to embark

on your

world.

day 106

I want my toes
to sink in this lava of emotions
It's getting warm, love
There is no escape. No
reason to leave.
Blankets crumple and crumble. My nose
crinkles with every kiss.
Melting.
We are melting
in this mixture of tones
Pitches
Throw me an action. I'll match it
with words. I will
finally sing to you with this
striking match effect
It will affect
you and keep you
warm,
love.
There is no reason to think. Here
you will lay with four seasons
Escape into Winter
temperatures. There is no reason
to escape this Summer wonderland
Spring into me
I am
Falling

day 105

the weight of

copper

no longer 

pulls me down.

I am married to

Brass.

Our hearts

are molded

from silver.

day 104

He's too comfortable
and here is a night where I'm too tired of it
I am fond of his being
it makes me overwhelmed
We are growing together
and growing apart
I am growing tired of being ovewhelmed