В мой гастрономический вкус не входят всякие пурпурные мязуки с хопряными тывами, выловленные из космоса детского любопытства. Поэтому, когда они замешали в растопленный шоколад веганские резиновые конфеты и посыпали сверху замороженными ягодами, я на них посмотрела сверху вниз. Как любой человек, который прожил лет на 30+ дольше них. А когда они оставили кухню в покое, я немножко попробовала и всё это смела. В себя! На завтрак...

 

 

Don't tell me you can't hear

Prelude in Mi Minor

when pondering the origami

of all things clicking into each other

in this container of life

 

 

 

Making thunder for breakfast

is only natural

after having lightning at night

Man! such a hot dream it was

 

 

 We both had bad dreams
and woke early
to cozy places and smiley tea

 

 

 

I've been collecting stories

from you

One sentence stories

of possibilities

spark feelings

things I would never

Making morsels with them

building a sweet world

that I'm waking into

Expanding, once again

 

 

 

 

Egoless anger as compassion, -

that's what I felt

while diving into emotions

actions with no permission

in hope-power for change

 

 

 

Still meditating

i hear Her little feet

carrying a power

i've never witnessed before

She possesses what She wants

And when i think i know better

She always knows best

 

 

 

In a convertible

in summertime full of beautiful women

we're screaming music through red-red lips

going Tehuantepecer through soundtracks

Meanwhile I dance in the car

loaded with small people, windows up

It's winter, the one that's not going to stop me

from living dreams now

You hear? We'll never be happy someday

it's rightaway. Do it

 

 

 

I let a part of myself go

before I kissed it and held it softly

I realized I loved it

not for the beauty or other traits

but because it existed

And with a smile

I put it in the fireplace

 

 

 

Rustle, rustle, rustle whisk

whoosh of gentle feet

Poem strokes on a scroll

ikebana swishing

Sip, sip, sip your tea

this lunar year in beauty

 

 

 

Did you leave yourself a trail

of insignificant little things

that leads to that day when

you woke up

just a person

and didn't remember

who and what...

Searching for the familiar textile

you were becoming something

completely new

unknown to science and friends

What things does it have on it?

 

 

 

Hyperborea

Kalokagathia

Eudaimonia

Categoric imperative

G. Santayana

The Constitution of every country

And at least 6797202 people incarcerated yesterday

Where are you at?

 

 

 

You remember what Earth felt like

before we took gems out of it?

Are we meant to make mines

and cities and ballads of love

from colourful rocks?

Can't stop thinking about

the purpose of stones

deep deep away from the sun

 

 

 

I look at you and see

all the things I won't allow myself to be

and think: you ought to change

I know you feel it

we both grow short, and sad

But when I lift my eyes and meet myself

you grow tall and fall in love

and ask me for this dance

 

 

 

I wish to have this book

printed on paper

an actual book

So I could put my face in the middle of it

and sleep like I don't have things to do

 

 

 

Soul's Prerogative

 

 

 

Don't go North, they'd say

your bears are sleeping

you'll get down and won't get up

till snowdrops

But I want to read a book in hygge

and learn the art of cinnamon rolls

Yet here I am

fighting the pace of winter

 

 

 

Exhaustion sure opens up

gates to worlds beyond one's mind

It's gripping there, you can't hold on

Bypassing structures you dive in

aligned and helpless, and unclothed

Your shoes are dangling from the sky

your time's a fog, your eyes - a guillotine

 

 

 

There's a bulk of info on me

out there

collected by every plant I've owned

hugged, touched

It has music, too

the colors of my walls

waters of the rains and wine

all the coffee roasts I brewed

I wonder if it's a spiral

that folder of what colour

 

 

 

Experiencing flight this forenoon

Freeing a fault into seismic bliss

sent me into the skies

I've more to give now

 

 

 

The more honest I am

the more honest I create you to be

The more I push

the more I create that you resist

Everything already exists in creation

and I can birth anything, anything

So what will it be

 

 

 

Having spent not one day

in theater

I miss it so too much

If you ever find me lost

confused, uninspired

Take me to a theater

Tell them you're returning me

I'm theirs

 

 

 

Everything's At the Back of the North Wind

 

 

 

Don't lie

this evokes feelings

wants, body movements

Jump at it

swim in it

memorize

This face can make

the most beautiful body

 

 

 

Early morning body

is like marshmallow fluff

so light and sweet and full

peaceful, memorable

So cruel to let it go

daylight tells marshmallows

are not real

and ridden with corn syrup

Off to contrabass I go, then

 

 

 

I fluttered about

barely anyone knew I was there

Then came down one day

walked on eggshells

Now I want to see my prints so deep

that weather wouldn't cover them

How curious would that be

 

 

 

Coyote came and said

Underneath your knowledge

is a cosmos

thick like porridge

Stir it while dreaming

mix your fantasies in

pull them out, play

don't think

That's the whole recipe

he said

 

 

 

Sat here, being hugged

sometimes by smells that I don't like

by music, laughter, hurtful words

Sometimes by gifts of love & joy

by broken hearts and gentle touch

and weather, moods, by day & night

I'm always hugged, for I'm alive

Give in and be hugged, too