Blissqueen

My dad
had big ideas about who he wanted to be
who he was, deep inside
He also felt small
somehow he ended up in the smallest pond
and still he was not appreciated.
Appreciated enough
He couldn’t quite get the big things out of his head so that others could see them
The things that people needed he couldn’t really do either
still, […]

We used to be like sharks
at sephora
enjoying the high
blood and lipstick all strewn about
then there was the long white leather jacket
with the flowers and
the pink leather boots
I can’t even remember what I got.
The old things don’t work anymore.
The Japanese objects
the sparkles
the blue hair woven into my own.
I have drwers filled with make-up and beauty stuff
some […]

She throws herself down against me
like she owns me
Her fur pressed close to my back
Sleeping I feel her whiskers moving
Like so many eyelash kisses

We all bought boots the same.
I got a skirt that was for hopped-up club kids.
We sat in the hot tub and almost got ourselves killed
In various ways
At the steak house he wouldn’t stop doing cart wheels
Or speaking French, even though no one could understand him.
She made a girl cry at the table.
The girl said she […]

“FUCK
the dumb”

Main Entry: 1in·sur·gent
Function: noun
Etymology: Latin insurgent-, insurgens, present participle of insurgere to rise up, from in- + surgere to rise — more at SURGE
1 : a person who revolts against civil authority […]

Lately, I have a reoccurring fantasy that I can find information about anything on google.
It has become so real to me that I find myself trying…. Sometimes for hours.
Why did I get soooo tired today? How can I deal with the insane people in my life?
What am I doing with my life? Should I change […]

I went to an AA meeting once.
It was called “midnight madness” or something like that.
It was on Housten just west of 6th avenue in New York.
Anyway, I was waiting in a long line to use the bathroom and the guy at the front of the line kept letting all the girls in front of me […]

Accidents, beautiful and brutal, lucky and unlucky. A convergence of chemicals and physics, and of circumstances. Of carelessness and beaurocracy and events so powerful that they tug backwards into the deep and the very old. You lived so passionately and made it look good to me to be older than I am. I am sad […]

to not want to do anything.
today
I just slept
and slept
and slept
then I had some hot sauce.
You can never imagine how things will turn out.

Sleeping train
Train of thought
Train of sleep
I look back at 5 heads bobbing
Isn't this terribly funny?
Can't you see how funny this is?
Today I got on the train
It was dead time
So it was just me and the man
talking to himself
he was dressed in Red, white and blue
flithy dirty and blathering
as he wiped the sweat from his face
with […]

I caught the happy virus last night
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious -
So kiss me.
-Hafiz

In a 2003 issue of the American Journal of Roentgenology, two Seattle radiologists described a 35-year-old man with severe abdominal pain but normal vital signs, who was found to have “multiple” heads from Barbie dolls lodged in his small bowel, which he attributed to his pursuit of the pleasurable anal sensation he gets from excreting […]

first dominates green, the hand without birdlime,
wihout a cap, the easy going sand, the salt,
then the promiscious tortoise, the indolent eye,
the microphone beating on the abdomen,
last responds to woodworm, the doubled stakes.
The incessant gum. The finger dipped in oil and albumen,
wrapped in sugar paper, nailed to the top of an apron.
If one wins it is […]

If an acute slowness were skin,
gusts of leaven mastiffs
blue ointment of the rebound,
if ones face were white
and it's color were to die in the leap,
oh yes, exception, in wrinkle and nose,
in the diligence of song, in the sudden,
in fear that the unfillable distract
the ear from the swarming
and often millstone of the everless the tail,
and opining […]

Here is the mute substance of path, cutting not knowing,
desolate cotton on a twig,
heart in suspense and wax of encumbrance,
and heres the arrow of the seam, pregnant, uphill,
here's the interrupted hostage, the fasting,
the mallow with feighned eyes. here the indian is defrocked,
theft adjacent, the varient thrust back in chimera.

we were having dinner
He says to his 7 year old ” now it is time for you to go take a shower”
which is met by a
“whaaaaaaaa why do we always have to go by YOUR rules????!!!!!”
“Because kids need someone to take care of them”
Pause
“if you want to see what happens to kids that don't have […]

and so crockery, Licorice, swim
so spine of egg, so ambush,
and then a lampost that nurses, fountain
of glue and puncture of cut,
and still this squatting of excess,
this pinocchio-kneecap inciting
the skimmed belly of your death
on spread wings, steep in voice, in the void
of doubtful thoughts and reprisials
of blowgun and fox. If it discolors
in a glove: the violet […]

in the shape of an unharmed almond, of a yellow sponge
of a magnet dissolved in a bestairy, in the obscure meanderings of a dagger,
in the indolent eye of theft,
tongue of exile swarms against the wind.
you angle
you wheel
you chord of mirrors
you fortunteller and you transvestite are in labor.
-author unknown
(I wish I knew)