Louisa’s Cafe & Barkery... on Eastlake, Seattle, WA...
seen from South Korea
seen from United States
seen from Italy

seen from Italy
seen from China

seen from Ukraine

seen from Germany
seen from United Kingdom

seen from T1

seen from Ukraine
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from T1

seen from Australia

seen from Ukraine

seen from T1

seen from T1
seen from Kyrgyzstan
seen from T1

seen from Germany
Louisa’s Cafe & Barkery... on Eastlake, Seattle, WA...
saturday
.
it's almost time, the dreams i feel
just touching my skin, are like
kinetic watercolours.
.
sleep is so close. here,
with you, why do i
pretend to be so much in pain?
animal in me
wants you to note it
.
the great abyss of the night.
it is heavy, it is like
a great dark rain
hot sheathes of silk
updraft from hell
- heaven's hypocaust.
.
i know you do not lie.
but the poet, awful as she is
is always, always
the snake oil salesman.
.
there's tiny arrowheads
behind my eyes.
the mingling shades, it is
a curtain shop for the blind
i fall a little deeper
.
skin on skin, and i love the
padding of the skeleton.
naked bones are too harsh,
too true. humans can't stand it
we've been conditioned thus -
electrocution by love
.