I dreamt
of leaving
my friends
glancing seeing
if you'd follow me
You are dreaming
of an old reunion
with new friends
I woke
to new meetings
with old friends
I dreamt
of furious flowers
my friends
Some gone some here
Some changed same
Same but different less
23 hours ago
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 12:45 PM UTC
She tells me: (in 20260426)
"Then I think, maybe (in 20260501)
"I feel ill
"I point this
"if I have any
"I am not, nor am I
"I take back
"I leave
"I sit in a bar
"I order (I wanna sheet on the bed)
"I peel
"I do not try
"I then peel
"I immediately place
"I could swallow
"I take a drink
"I do not experience
"I have no
"I experience no
"There is no need for me
"I feel fine
"without
"foil.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 12:16 PM UTC
I am lost in you
Who are you?
They say this is how
They say Wow!
Brief touches of who
Cosa sei?
They say happiness
are Moments.
Our eyes meeting
in aüschwītz.
Dita sulla skin
a gázà.
Where am I to you?
you and me
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 1:14 PM UTC
Wo sind die Manners?
Di'Etiquette. Das Protokoll.
For Droid and drone
Strum und Drang
?
The originale sin
E o O?
Dov'E la mia casa?
Wo die doves cry
Wo ist Homes
Die ids wandering in purple
Rain Pain
It's insane
Wo ist the womb
Men pìss
Ma lei è píssed
Wo ist la mia amore
The U ist o mini
A minor 3rd
A diminished 5th
Wo ist la no
Stra da musica?
Wo ist Patsy's Kleine
Männer street
Wo sono vivo?
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC
If time is a Circle
we'll meet at the end again
Right? Left?
Down the Air shaft
we break symmetry
to Inferno
But thru Water's release
our Third finds
Purgatorio
Where we push
five Stones up dírty Days
into hard Fükíng Nights
Returning to Arabian stories
green fantasies and red shoe diaries
We, together in our bucket
of crābs, clawing, clinging
at each other's silken skin
Together, we break a lisping loop
Up with primordial fire
We release Faith's water
at the summit
of an earthy Mound
Only to Drift back
Down 2
Dirt 2
Death 2
Our only mementos
2 Us
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 5:31 PM UTC
The prime us, 2 in Eros
The prime us, 5 in Agape
The numbers, they bind while
the Spaces separate
Time separates us, but in truth
space expands and does the same
they are one and the same
in our rapidly flipping face
mimicking an expanding network
Marriage separates us
Our child separates us
Redundancy of relationship separates
Reduced
Redacted
Here is my open letter
Here are all my full features
Here is our single slot
to interlace our family
to mend a torn fabric
to bind us in sympathy
In our curved Spacetime
I ask/ed/ing/will ask you
Why didn't you tell me you've
about
<insert block of emotions and references: books, films, lovers>
maybe because you've never asked
Because in the asking you make us equal
or at least fool us into believing ourselves
Because in asking we seek each other
at least to be friends
or fodder for fighting
Because in asking we become lovers
or fooled, hoodwinked, cuckold
by a brood parasitism
Because in asking, we care
Because in asking, we support
Because in asking, we protect
or we mesmerize like vampires
sücking the life force from us
our friendship to sustain an uncaring
unsupporting, unprotecting, and
unsupervised network learning
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 12:04 PM UTC
I'm here waterly before
when the sleep shapes crystallizes
when the mirror breaks in pieces (5 prime)
Symmetry will stay looped
forever in Time
A perpetual love hell
in Black & White
like a Janus Face flipping fast
Better we have a perturbation purge
(something to break the routine)
A break, our break fast
up the colored Rainbow
What flavors shall we be (3 prime)
1. Green? Like a dragon
2. Red? Like the lust breath from her mouth
3. Blue? Like the water buried deep down
4. Yellow? Like weathered smooth skin
5. Orange? Like a fruit kissing lips
For what State are we?
Sono stato (1 not prime) in una
Figa Eterna (2 the first prime)
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 12:08 PM UTC
Green has always been my favorite
Even in all her blemishes
Red was hot and hard to handle
Even aged embers of late
Black goes with everything
Even with me shuffling
Off our mortal coil less
1 hour ago
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
I'm well past the age
where Chris made wine
where Celan wrote poems
Is it pass prime to nothingness
to loneliness where
grief doesn't know where
to go and Paul's blood
deserts you?
I'm here with Claudia & Cookie
where solitude defines
where shadows take form
Is it pass coupling years
into 3, 5, and 7?
"Yes, they're dead;
died in a car crash--
sleep shapes, lying
in slit-arteries, past recognition"
I'm well at the water where
ice crystals make form where
bloodlines begin to blur
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 2:53 AM UTC
I wanted to paint
your face
Not the beautiful one
Not the reel one
your real
Like fine wine
and Gods
Not the boxed crap
ready for Mass
consumption
I need Chaos
your Complexity
Can I come, again
and again to find
Some new & charming you?
Like a Pinot haunting
ghost in a movie
Fük the Merlots
Fūk the number 7!
In my pre-prime
it was just me
a 1
In our youth
it was just us
coupling 2
Or was that a divorced
fantasy splitting
at 3
And here we are
a moment break
in blue with berries
And here I am
in Witches Brew
beckin us to Take 5
"Lovin is what I got,
I said, remember that"
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 11:43 AM UTC