do this do that
do do do da da dee da do
keep waiting for the time, transverse!
it's never ending
just sending
me
in every
direction
downgrading my every expectation
induced my current in reverse
rotate 90 this way, then back twice over
this is light. he tells
it's amazing! he yells
oh, Mr. Misumba, we're mill en
ni
a l s
what was it that one guy said?
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
the conclusion drawn is by pings echoing in a bathroom stall
pings like the tings of a typewriter
pads of my thumbs will spell it out
if I've realized anything
of them very few realizations, is that I'm in love with you
and not in love with you at all
this hyprocracy leaves me frozen in place
can we continue on such bad insurance?
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
our orchid's petals are stuck to stem
forbidding it's rest,
& it's time to rise again
with dire thoughts i beckon their soft landings;
one
by
one
i desire their fall
but still,
they remain standing
© 2015 Kate Volk
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
i'm studying bones and i think of yours
no one can **** me like you do,
but someone will love me more.
© 2015 Kate Volk
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
i'm dropping pin needles on ice
each ting stabs at my own fragile heart,
my ego
it's living, really, there is something alive inside of my throat
it thrusts and kicks like a baby in a womb
i tell myself i need this creature; the parasitism.
least i can do is house misery in hopes some life emerges.
© 2015 Kate Volk
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
its so easy to say goodbye
to the one thing that's steady in my life
after
a night
of drinking
you told me your ex was the one who got you hooked on menthols
now I can say the same.
© 2015 Kate Volk
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
i. think. you.
are
like a curling stream
of
smoke
i'm fascinated
time has slowed
a.beat is . formed
as sounds invade
© 2015 Kate Volk
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC
here's this
sudden rush
But you've got your elbows tucked in
Your legs are being lifted, drifting like a wave
Its the motion of the bodies around,
They slip and glide,
your shoes,
from the perspiration of the brutals, the freed beverages upon the floor
pinned together
you force energy to propel them away, for that split second you ****** you hand and face in the air
and
breath
the almighty
rock on.
© 2015 Kate Volk
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
tumeric tucked twixt the members, the digits the fingers the thumbs
it's solivagent aromas
make their home
dormant,
yet retractable;
neutrons
known
many moments to millimeters
the soft rust color fades
oh,
i haven't even noticed the time passing
when will i notice my own grave.
© 2015 Kate Volk
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
and sometimes the clouds look like mountains
winter coming to an end
other times, my favorite times,
a lovely field of green
color of your eyes
a summer storm rolling in.
i glimpse the crack of electricity across the canvas
i wait for the roar of it's mate.
each awesome moment upon the stage
a duet, a silent sonnet
the light rain pairs with the falling darkness,
slow soft blows from the moon wake up the stars
my lips to a cigarette
my thumb to the lighter
my heart to swell lovely contentment
only to break
too much hot air
I need the mountains once again
© 2015 Kate Volk
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC