I don't want to be optimistic and try to see the good in this.
The only thing I know, I felt confused and you, I overflowingly miss.
I think of you when I shouldn't, our bond, it broke my system.
Would we be living in your seasided place or my crowded steppe kingdom ?
Would we be having fights over others or finally get over this symptom?
My wisdom tells me it's all over now, it's all a phantom.
Is it all because you cannot commit or I expect too much, foolishly?
To feel secure and loved without a doubt, tell me, for this am I greedy?
Our love definitions differ, and perhaps that's why we can't be together.
I wish I hadn't thrown your gifts into the trash,
That beige snow hat and scarf you bought me,
Not as easily as throwing a cheap piece of leather
I am dying from curiosity:
Thinking if you still keep my bear keychain or my grey beanie
Tell me, how's the weather in your city ?
And how's your mother after her surgery ?
I am only certain about one thing, I'd like to kiss your hands one more time, sincerely.
My feelings for you, they are deeper than what eyes can see,
And I'm afraid they always will be.

The surroundings's drenched
Fallen leaves and trees shiver
And the last drop falls

My cat child
brings order where there was none.
Let's not talk about the walnut shell of my womb,
empty birthplace of dust.
Let's talk about my cat child, proud with powers, handy with struts.

Now, listen--
I have forgotten all about you.
I've heard that I was in love once, but who knows?
Show me the evidence; I'll yawn elaborately, and my cat child will agree
that such stuff is dull in the extreme.
Dead fish, on the other hand, become more riveting every minute.

You would not have understood my cat child.
At least, that's my foggy instinct about it.
You would have objected to the damage, the **** and the fleas.
The rumor is, cats were royal once,
and I need the reflected glory and the chance to sleep during the day.

Right now, my cat child is away.
She is hungry for mice, songbirds, or someone's leg.
Me, I don't eat anymore, can't recall why I ever did--
I remember nothing, value nothing, aspire to nothing.

But once,
The feel of my mouth closing gently over the curve of your soft lower lip
seemed such an urgent thing,
like warm waves for mermaids,
a place I would do anything to get to.
Yes once,
the sight of your dark hair sent warm honey over my heart,
my belly,
my ***,
and everywhere, my love, from my skin to the stars.

Now, though,
I have forgotten all that.
What were we talking about? I have no idea.
Now there is only the glare of afternoon
and the magnificence of my cat child who has given me nine lives--
none of them worth a ****,
all as dead in the mouth as a finch with a broken neck.

The puppy is located in room two according to the Motel 8 Times.
I heard it last night, puppy howling into nothing.
Just annoying while I was taking an enormous bath.
The news itself is crude, Kinko sponsored.
But there are no more cigarettes. Only habit.
Holding a pencil gets the job done. Jabbing at the Times.
Dusk time sun makes his presence known.
Brazen, bold crimsons and hazy salty airs perfume this rinky **** motel bathroom.
The essence of what that cigarette used to provide me.
Blazing through a small, dark blunt, everything becomes certain.

Crook and flail
Guide and whip
The ancients
More up front
With it
Move the herd
To greener pastures
Or whip em hard
To avoid disaster
Some saw the flail
Symbolic
Of fertile land
Whatever you say
We quite understand.

Sometimes I talk to the stars
on lonely nights
when the moon is not around.

I tell them how I feel
without the one I love
sitting by my side.

They don’t understand
a single word I say—
all they do is smile back at me.

I tell them
how my heart aches
with every memory
I hold inside.

They don’t understand
a single thing I say—
all they do is smile back at me.

I accept the uncomfortable and the unexpected.

the process… zoological zoa logos

living words, made of sentient letters,
let us imagine,

leave us time and space,
gravity and velocity,

we adapt ideal ideas, perfect plans,
recipes for peace past comprehension,

co-here co-opera ratiocination, balance

app raise worth… wait, not weight value,
app raise value of attention paid per precept

time tools take parallel Elohim zoas, eh,

Blakes Creator uses compass and calipers,
believed imaginary until one sees through

new lensing concepts