yr energy
twists like
     a snake softly
        roping up
 my   l e g
to breathe
      under
             my
       dress
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yr energy
twists like
     a snake softly
        roping up
 my   l e g
to breathe
      under
             my
       dress
la energia be like
fey angel cloud sculpture
touching go
touch and go
touch and go
always knowing
it’d have to go
http://halukturgutmenguc.tumblr.com/
cloud/waves
coming out of hibernation for springishnessÂ
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEHKx5wjh3o)
Smooth out the
substance of your
acetylene worry.Â
-Lorine Niedecker
my love is like a red red paeonia
perennial
faithful as a yearly spring peony
I put out my nectared poetry 4 thee
dripping sticky sugaredÂ
water for
a honey bee
drawingÂ
them near to me
heavierÂ
than aÂ
splendid spindled
rose & headier
in aromaÂ
as well --
we wait for the unload ofÂ
spring’s finest
deliveries
new word blooms
flores or reflecxtions of flores
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looking for spring
the moon at 5:32 am this morning
freakayyyyy
tryna find a way to say all the ninety things that flew past, like the crows in the tree, the viney like weed, what is a flower, what is a tree, what is desirable, what is expendable, all greatness aside, memories aside, reflexed reflections aside, pitter patter doggy aside, nondahlias aside, triptychs aside, blankety blank blanks aside, the accidental moondance aside, friggin personas aside, all witchiness insideÂ
-from rites
the moon understands dark places. the moon has secrets of her own. she holds what light she can.
Lucille Clifton, from “moonchild” (via litverve)
tomorrows and swirlygigs
so subtly humble and overwhelmed by the waves, don't even try to catch me just let it wash, names don't matter, realities matter, did you feather your pillow with unstaint games?
caught in a snowflake vibrating molecular thirst. miracles and happenstance glanced at the privy and vouchsafed a promise of tomorrows and swirlygigs to go on forever, mounting loud sounds in anger to touch, relive the flustered deserters that hydrated breaths and closings. end of foreverings, 10 years ago tomorrow you will be reminded of the antiapocalpyse of Y2K and getting out of her own way, stillness stillness, balancing moonbeams and dreams, full of months and it was watching you.Â
-excerpt from gestation
Blood moon
holy moonful
trying to nametag every favorite part of the day is like describing the depreciated present as it coagulates in a numbness known as the everpresent memory of now and the rabbithole their phrases drop twist into, chipmunks dive in them and discover a few acorns and a blockaded dream where we sorted rings into agates and onyx counting colors and shades of gold nuances of various silvers finding crystals in phallic shapes sensed a collection of man timing the tryst to coincide with complete out-of-controlness life is a series of risk and reward
sitting still on it
sometimes means the life out there that goes on is full of coka-cola and marking the stillness you observe between lacoste shops and glossy mags shift into a closetful of perfect collared buttondowns not even a whisper as the demon of your childhood seeks you out to burn your brow with knowingness trying to decipher the code that is humanistic lenguaje es como poniendo la cabeza en un bolso frustraciĂłn fractures and i wait patient to teach the first of the blocks that is a letter
The hunter’s moon—also known as sanguine moon—is the first full moon after the harvest moon, which is the full moon nearest the autumnal equinox. Here the Moonlight Illuminates Ice crystals in the upper atmosphere to give a rainbow halo effect around the Moon. Also known as a Lunar Corona. Credit James Dyson Location Warrington Cheshire England
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