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?

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

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I discover ima near sighted bird
I creep so close I cross my eyes,
fill my heart, and hope to die.
you're brilliant and my brain produces chemicals that say 'hmm yes, a perfect specimen'
so pure, like starlight, a name I own.
my tailor my kin we stitch together this perfect stream
forcing up and
                       it  
curls and it turns and floats away

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i. think. you.
                       are
                 like a curling stream
                             of
                                   smoke
i'm fascinated
time has slowed
a.beat is . formed
       as sounds invade

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I saw two young bucks in queue today
running beneath the tracks  
harmonic moment hours before dawn
I slowed to let them pass
sweet tunes of bluegrass and coffee
lighter at the ready; click.

adventurous boys, maybe just lost;
wandering towards the fresh ink in the sky,
frost and lights must leave them bewitched
like a buzz of the moments waking,
then smoking whilst driving, towards work.

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i'm studying bones and i think of yours
no one can **** me like you do,
but someone will love me more.

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so greed took mankind

with genetics
decomposed from the inside
a sick thought, I thoughts.
... inhale your doom, I thought. change your ways, you ought, I thought.
choke the carcinoma cells.
knee swells, Capricorn.
better go later for assurance of;
Death.
talk to those doctors;feed your own lies,
only to discover
them being drunk off of disguise.
sick conditioned,
The words definition, domestication
of everything
Everything

gratitude gratitude to Pavlov, whose name capitalizes;  
a way of nature
creature creator, part of the world's annihilator.

cousin to eugenics we have cosmetics, anesthetics for the mind.
a nice golden walkway for mankind.
inevitably so, We herd along, too dumb to fight what we refuse to know.

Ignorance, etiquette, silence; rhyme.
herbal healing humans; survive.

© 2015 Kate Volk

He told me all the critters die
in these months
I laughed in his face
For they survive
Just as we
Creating heaters with thoughts of sunshine , we drag on
We burrow and get fat
Please still love me when I'm fat
Even if I can't
I need your hand in mine,
The effects force the heat up and down my spine
but I,
Lacking  sunshine, craving your touch
provided proofs of the winter months
and solved this knowing what all others know,
that each year biologically searching for that other soul
We run wild and naked at sights of snow, distraught at the thought
We haven't found that hand to hold

coffee needs a warm mate of more coffee
a solution unto itself
but me I need to kiss your shapely lips softly,
your acid to my base would force a reaction to an accepting fate;
nothingness of what was me,
we leave enough warmth to keep critters breathe above their homes in hade's house
that's the only reason I'd give in, anyway, so as to save a wee mouse.


© 2015 Kate Volk

Moment forgot
being shot back by perception
at the crack of a straightened back,
Sounds inhale the expectations,
But what I'm hearing is just the rolled paper smack,
Sillage of smoke, brown herb stained with chemicals, stains my browning lungs.

Moment forgot,
she's taken in synthesized orenada,
but known pretender.
music makes moment remembered,
Derive in reverse
thoughts release, at peace
Just cotton caught in the breeze,
ladders won't stand against the clouds, a stilt for the mind is her trick.

Moment forgot,  
that quick.
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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.

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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.

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reach inside to find the itch
scratch the organs to reminisce
find the heart to take it out
slap it back,
still alive

slurp slur breath and
so funny, we laugh;
till we hear the crack
the stitches of lost breath;
our ribs will rein-tact.
dizzy dizzy, but don't hate the sailor
you did yourself the favor
the face grimacing creator
slap slide slick is the tounge
feel taste breathe the ***

spills words sticky on the counter
count not time
replace the black hour

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I heard you gazing in the dark
from across the snow filled land
it's silent sonic waves
tap tap tapped a hello to my brain

and I was hungry, and so you sensed the need.
biology tickling our noses, we began the feast.
and after, we sent towards our first direction while the moon went to sleep; for the sun
had made it
sedated
medolically inaudible, I waited.

I grabbed the shot from my camera, for it was a most beautiful sight, a cycle of death from the moon, and the suns new life.

© 2015 Kate Volk

Netptunes unwritten love;
yearning and tearing for her, Selene.
oh, she's shades a lady to revel in,
her forever ending;rebirth.

he tries to combust a means to reach rare
longingly gazes,
but retracts, a trapped magnet.

jaaneman is whispered, and she breaths life to the wind; but a ghost to the sea.


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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?
oh yeah! COPY PASTE SEND

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

balter aimlessly
let's dance infamously
no rest in the room for eternal minutes
oh just spin us
counting the rhythm on our extra digits
this movement is more like fidgeting
moonwalking with iridecent souls
the feet kick and squirm and meet the knee
a bend of the neck, of the elbow
until you're hands meet me
in the middle
the fidget winds to a fiddle,
sudden like we're syncing
a drift saved from break by interlocking steps unperformed
together the dance, never grew worn,
although it's nothing less, it's nothing more

© 2015 Kate Volk

noise cuts through
an insomniacs silence
frustrating,
blame the noises for your lack of sleep
I'm tired.
frustration turns bitter,
the hour is late.
you are so loud.

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light breaks through a tiny mason jar, purchased on impulse, but nestles nicely in the windowsill.
the tinted greens give a lovely glow

these whimsical buys will become too eclectic, bound to become an I-spy books doom. oh, I think they're so neat, my collections of art. yet I rain down on my mother to clean out my old room, filled with squares and circles, shapes of a hoarder. why is it that people like things so much?

© 2015 Kate Volk

words from water creatures
Slither and glide like smoke
tasting their promises as they roll off the tongue;
so naive, so young.
still,
To break first;
being that breaking dams through an emotion; it'd burst.
The feeling lurks.
Odds too thin, no matter where the deck is cut,
Does the scissors never get the redemption,
To sew shut


© 2015 Kate Volk

drownig metanoia with coffee and cigarettes
Drag, sip
Slush, spit
Disgusted, addicted.
choke a yawn with a drink
wake up and ***** in the sink
from brushing stained teeth on
An empty stomach
but without the addiction my world would plummet
who was I before that first inhale,
before coffee became my morning lover, transforming me to life from slumber.
happy ******* morning, I quit!


© 2015 Kate Volk

slow down
every tick of time
every moment I'm
around you

every moment I'm
without you

© 2015 Kate Volk

induratize me, just leave that scent behind;
at the doorway it lingers,
whispering faux truths without surprise.
the snow laughs in reflection, glitter haunts a mirror & to say we
see as nothing, we find there's
constant consistency here.
but water is transformation,
repurpose, great ingenuity;
freezing to create sorrow's surface, melting to break deep rests escape

my mother's brain found it incredibly sad,
trickling chemicals tricking bodies into reform,
skirmishing the soul away from the eyes,
to think if I could shake her free.
and that's what a love hath done to me, so i wait for the melt,
to remember my uncertainty


© 2015 Kate Volk

the thing is
you'll never remember
so quit
writing
****
down

© 2015 Kate Volk

skimming the foam of complacency,
brings unattainable thoughts
that aught to be forgotten, dread
surface.
magical neurons
overlooked somehow on purpose
one word gives way to a million instead
cross reference is constant reminder
the universe is talking,
leaving noticeable ways to find her.


© 2015 Kate Volk

Soul searchers
Infinite micro sized cognition observers;
Melt my heart away,
Bake it something good,
Send to my old love, watch him crumble

© 2015 Kate Volk