

song 1follow the streams! onto flat plains! donkey /rides well. i reach /water. donkey /rides well. the wind /becomes me. the mountains speak no passion leaves fall when all the trees dropsong 1


Letters to NightThat's what's keeping us alive- a type-set sun-writer- Calling all the shots! The shots responding accordingly! That's what's keeping us alive- a write-handed- ambidextrous- quadruple- amputee- Riding all the bicycles! Their pedals spinning dissemblingly! That's what's keeping us alive- our missing stamps in our humble collections.Letters to Night


Ifwe touch (If) just by a seam. dead on arrival. connectetwisted and fork-bound. I carry my split nerve endingsIf
like strings attached to deflated balloons! And I'll shampoo them twice each Tuesday!
(You are a camel) Water on back Saliva everywhere else Sand is your commodity Oasis your end Please retrocede toward the heavy cacti-factional green-growing crab-walking great big cactus queen
And I'll see you some other time- It's Tuesday and I have things to do.


Disability(lying face-down, carribean, salt water mouth-wash) i, a cloud's reflection, float on by, liking to breathe but not breathing. (why do today that which was done yesterday?)Disability
(face-down, mouth-open, saline baptism) i choose to defy nature, (the shallow water, two feet in depth) able to stand, but not standing. liking to breathe, but today is to-day.
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"My confessions to the light-hearted sun-rise" ~nikan2
"Everyone's yellow sunshine." *raccoonlady
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