Celebrating done-with-grad-school

Wa, Maggie, and me:

classical
billowing
over
streaky
chartruse
peace

baroque
sneaking
below
frosty
red orange
Hitler

calypso
breaking
beneath
motherly
cerulean
home

halibut
jackhammer
blowing
minutes
under
heavy
Austria

rainbow trout
handsaw
twinking
eon
of
creaky
Uruguay

tench
router
stalking
a decade
toward
silken
Ecuador

skankily
wilting
wood
jumps
near
burning
tree

bleakly
sparking
bread
slice
through
bundled
necessity

slowly
fitting
bottle rocket
danced
throughout
giant
fault

around
tunnel
ruddy
place
dissecting
angrily
inside

underneath
wedge
rocky
oceans
guided
slowly
away

from
bones
fierce
snuggie
saunter
unwittingly
around

27 on the 27th

On the patio of aut (in May) with Annah, Wa, and D. We created the following:

snarky
flames
broadcast
beautiful
throne


openly
going
over
brightly
armored
my youth
thorough
woman


breathlessly
bitten
toward
hastily
verbose
infant
porous
ocean


hairy
mother
galavanting
quiet
gin.


tauntingly
sneaking
throughout
unnecessarily
delicious
epoch
calm
lifeline


surly
brick house
shine
wild
meal


quietly
carousing
on
bubbly
still
decades
black
siren


bright
headlights
pissing
yellow
bubbles


If I ever return to the time when this music were relevant
then the continents would come together again like Pangea.


If I died tomorrow
then days to come would end in years and lives would hold less wonder.


If I were a boy
then the land around us would collapse into many nations and peace would come close to our lives. (um, no.)


If I can do tequila shots like I did when I was 20 still when I'm 60
then the hot wax would burn my legs.


If trumpets were the voices of angels,
then maybe I'll start walking 3 miles a day again like I used to years ago


If negative matter is found in our universe,
then we're fucked. or maybe not?


If rumbling and rambling were indicators
then what are we really here for?


If the world were to end tonight,
then maybe I can change how things work.

Dre, Morgan, et al.

Loving you still is
like driving slowly
past a car wreck

Blood, guts & adrenaline
You are my pause in
the fast lane

Little else matters
in this calm + storm combined
We are trapped and entwined.

Coasting down this road
Gripping the highway
I am on my way home--

--------

If I try, I can still
remember your look.
You are revolving, a tribute to your
birthright. You should have known better.
Revolving, changing like the moon--
any minute you could change.
Your face shifts, and I know again-
You are not real. I dream at night.

------------

Forgotten & forbidden
taste& smell
this is me unwritten

This is me as I am.
This is a life beyond words.
Take this in. Roll it over your tongue. Inhale.

So I find you again, between my
head and my heard, you linger
with the force of a stampede.

---------------

You were a misshapen cradle
in my ginkgo tree

I am broken glass
under your combat boots

And I tried, so hard, not to become
red clay under your shaded feet,

Join the Vino Vintage Club

gingerly
we
careen
around
dainty
people


vividly
I
ran
into
sexily
paintings

For D.

Sex, Beast Baldheaded
why don't we do it all night?
Bring me a piece of heaven--

About Four Years Old

I flow into you
Take a walk down the highway
the corkscrew opened.


Be a beautiful
why don't we do it-- the road,
The snow's kiss delights!


smoke
bloody
soar
emptiness
slow.


Ash
velvety
rope
bliss.


Sex by diva loves
you had no idea about
fourteen songs breathing


trailing incense & glitter
break the light with brilliant sound--
who the fuck is he?
My women- my home.


abandon
soft
breaking
softly
DONE!

More Where That Came From

East
burning
challenge
readily
combs
puddle


surly
dark
faucets
yelping
the
slight
wand.


forward
choking
steps
coarsely
uncover
light bulbs


fierce
golden
breath
guarding
the last
shadow


cowardly
crossing
into
ripped
fervor


deeply
quaking
inward
womb-like
line

Catching Up

over
skin
you
numbly
is
against
myriad
dwindling
plumage


an
inquisitively
calm
and hastily
glasses
falls


a
abruptly
uncanny
and curiously
improper structure
lazes


an
succinctly
drunk
and lovely
gasoline
thinks