IT’S ALL ABOUT ME

 

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via IT’S ALL ABOUT ME

E Babee ee

looks pretty and bites likes

it hard sometimes, other times too

and slow, like patchy clouds pink and

blue with rain on our cheeks, more

i think of honesty, he said that a lot, too

it’s about that in the moment, when we

talk, talk, talked and come, face to face

Florence and George, i love them all and

Marilyn, too, who will make

You. Who Do i Love sung loud

CAT CALLS FOR

THE CAT CALLS FOR

As she climbs apon your lap

Seated high almost standing

Belly to a bar, but eye there between

Her

She straddles one leg across your side, the other

Pushes herself higher on you as she mews

Forward more facing you, your face now

Shows slightest reaction, a grin

As we feel it w one little last hop off her

Leg left on the ground, now wrapped around

Tight holding on as you scoot

A bit just at first as she gasps

Eye, we gasp

Strong as it is

Water moving a rock

 

Eye the water

                Legs

Around quickly but

Slow thru, slow, movement

Under and over a billion tiny particals

Parting off from the whole hard rock

More force becomes

A trickle

Faster even yet more force like

Friction creates the heat that is

Everything is

Energy  

 

               Life like

It parts and comes

               back and forth with the tide

Up over the banks pebbles, too sand

                 down again

INSANITY TALKING

INSANITY TALKING

Sounds like

Too me Words of War in Vietnamese

Along with Audrey and that last name. embroidered

Golden threads strings, it was the little things

A Love fuck as opposed to some other kind

Where did you hear that from and

I did what i said i would do, being shy really

And cried and cried and cried, oh

Eye see it now, your skin and the capture of her hands on your chest

Really it was your neck where i dreamed of caressing

The bridge of my nose to your clavicle kissing

Up under and down your shoulder

I saw it, you know now i realize how little the little shrinking part

The whole thing was basically about the big

And in your head the every man

And the every woman you want

Gifts of helping others and finding self, paid off And

Pay-offs , but are you happy? Better

In the life you made, is it the one that you dreamed it would be, settled down?

Happy with the life of a child to worry about what really matters in life

But to be there in death with you, remember me,

Word. think of me.

With a little tea and jam, i thought the shot of the hills over the fjord

Should have been blaring Sound of Music JA

And the Children twirling in curtains for

Me and my George or george what? The characters are all really you

Goergette or georgie or georgene just gorgeous, but physical

Attraction is all really in my mind’s eye

Tells us what to see always like the wine and how we taste it

Colors, falling in love watching the world, the words

Screenplays in my head, but it is really the words and how they get there

Just for that shot, and to use the word fjord

You carry me and we are together when you die, or is it me?

I cannot see it, but thought of the western and how

It is much more well suited for your style and really i need to work with

His eye of your words hands images tears are a bite

The real thing, i did it tho, what i said i would do

Poked at your skin, and waited for the color to come

Too come back to who we are suited to

You said your skin was kind of flakey and i wanted so

To rub it with the ROSE lotion,

It is almost like it is one big love story, too

Mother Earth

Really in the end it is between you and her, for everybody

And there mothers , and your father or brother like A

Great big Love Letter, but small, small

And the dialogue about the way it all is suppose to turn out

Until you realize the lunacy of it all, what was i thinking

You thought quickly, insanity

Wait! Wait for it, the explosion in deadpane

Campy, Wailing, The

They say the oil is so thick in Kit’ Canyon, SO thick that they will have to truck in lighter crude from that desolate Central Valley, Bakersfield or something.

We already have enough big trucks on the roadways, so much more than we used to have, and dropping all that debris, giving all the little ones flats and causing breakdowns.

They have to truck it all the way here, to mix it, blend it on-site, with some top secret cocktail of fracking who the frack knows what, in order to get it in a ready enough state to truck it back to Bake-O for further refining.

All that pollution, i mean just the thought of the noise pollution alone is giving me a headache, body aches really, it is other problems being compounded with general worry for our future’s welfare.

Like Time is a human, or living animate.

Well, it is not static, that’s for sure. How did you get here …

…

The wail of the siren came out from the speakers, one could see them across, all along, the borders of the county lines. Out of the speakers, from the lines of connecting poles, like trees but dead and cut off from the oxygen supply, “It’s a tsunami warning system, they said, it just started up again recently,”

“Why would they just start it now? It seems odd, like it hasn’t been in use for so long, until now? What would trigger them to start it now, if the tsunami up north two years ago didn’t do it? After that they put new signs along the coast, but everything is happening really fast now.”

“The flooding, you mean? It just started happening, I now, but in those other places. Not here, yet. Thank God.”

“Or whoever. Kim Jong Someone, anyway. The flooding is in those low coastal plains in the Southeast, nowhere near here. I don’t know, maybe I am just unfamiliar with this area in the Central Coast. Are we at some old ancient river mouth, sweeping into the Central Valley? Imagine if Someone just took a chunk out of this face, our whole mouth being gone…”

“As if the Airforce base is the living body. What would a nuclear warhead do to this mouth? A face without a mouth, a valley without a water supply.”

The high, long wail started again. “It’s just a test, they are just testing the system. Some people got notice in the mail, remember.”

“It just makes me hurt so, like the sound of mourning mothers in black hijab. Wailing, I think i feel it in my chest, like a balloon expanding.”

It’s the way the fear can trickle into our bodies, take over our senses and alter our reasoning. Everything starts to get blurry, and I can let go, and someone or noone will be there to catch me.

No one.

Or me, him, you know, the one. The One.

“Noone, you cannot be here when I need you. I am alone, in reality, even if you can hold me for this hour in the morning.” The alarm made him jump awake, startling her, too.

“Oh ! I have to go, I love you.”

“I know. You were moaning loudly in my ear, like we were making love or something. I don’t want you to go, i want to lay here for longer, forever, or just … I feel so sick about everything coming up this week, things I do not understand, too much to do and be done and falling away, parts that matter.”

When I ran for the school board, he did not support me, said i shouldn’t do it, for as much as i wanted to , saw the missing pieces in our elementary system, i wanted to make change for the good of our kids, all our community. But he had long meetings at night, already away, and it would be more of a burden on the kids, and the family, if i were to have to go too, to evening school board meetings. Again, i gave up my own desires and motivations for him, his lack of wanting to work more as a parent, he just wanted it easier ; so i decided i was not really running, even though it was too late to actually withdraw – and of course i had already given up tenure, long before, i was OK with that part as i wanted to focus on the bigger picture, my children’s lives and the system they were, all were coming up through.

I feel so sick, she thought to herself again. He was gone now. And she knew she could but would not , it is unclear. She felt the confusion, the blurriness. She used to write through it, but now her body felt heavy and sleepy, always so sleepy. She could just lie here and wish for it to be darker. Let the sun be blotted out, she thought.

And the bills, all the medical bills, for all the treatments, like rabies and…

At least you are immune now, you are at an advantage, it is all so … even the animals, you know …