right ( Read more... )

so just when you think that the end of the year is in sight, exams come and kick your fucking ass ( Read more... )

So I lost my sunglasses. My Steve Madden Who Aree You Looking At sunglasses. This makes me sad. News in my world: I've left a pillow, body wash, and a nightie at the new man's place. And we had our first public outing: my poetry reading at the oak. Wednesday will be another public outing, that is the English Dept's wine and cheese. Kind of scared b ( Read more... )

yes, so i'm suppose to be studying for my old english test... which i have fallen behind on because i missed last week's class because i was ... having sex/ post-coital breakfast. hmm... i need an old english tutor... preferably male and naked. any takers ( Read more... )

carefully folding cream into sugar ( Read more... )

so the novel thing should really sort itself out. had a good brain storm with Nat. she likes the idea ( Read more... )

synesthesia of mardi gras

(composed during Lynch’s digression about Roberts’ The Skater)

saw - crimson

littered in light

against

a loud turtle neck

ebonic keys

beneath supple

fingers

play the blues

metallic riff undulates

splash of redfish

jazz

cocktail, spicy gumbo

how is sound seen?

old joke

very carefully.

how is colour heard?

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there are a million ( Read more... )

climbing trees

i want to blend in, a mix

of uniform beige, brown

greenery cascading between

sunlight stretches…

dangle from tumultuous

arms and elbows

reaching from the omnipotent

clouds to the prairie grasses

lets sink beneath the soil

and feel mother earth

envelop me with her arms

or meet river bottom

with muck sliding over toes,

drowning in her ( Read more... )

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