hafada
Beginnings beget middles and middles beget endings - but begin one must. So begin!
You clamored to claim me, I aimed to clam up, I clamped shut – I am not yours to claim.
Failure is intrinsic in writing, in translating concrete images into abstract signs. Which is why one always writes 'despite'.
together alone. platitudes.
while platypusses aren't monogamous,
my two tattoos are.
To be freed? To become absolved? From what?
I can only fee myself; I can only absolve myself - from myself?
Words, words... What meanings can these words have?
Freefloating.
"Convict me, Convince!"
(Said the constantly conscious con...)
Primitive thoughts, primary thoughts, productive thoughts, permissible thoughts, practical thoughts, pristine thoughts, polluted thoughts, private thoughts, painful thoughts, particular thoughts, pressing thoughts, prime thoughts –
thought I primitively.
Trial separation. That's what she said. Keeps saying, keeps telling all her friends and everyone willing to listen. Or so I've heard. I can see them thinking, every single one of them:
I wonder who'll get the kids.
Scorn on the cob, buttered
staring up at me as we
sit
in silence through yet another meal
They say I'm not of sound mind. I say I have songs running through my head all day long. I live in melody and lyrics. They say my brain is fried, but I know they're wrong: my brain is music, is rhythm, is dance.
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