chrome angst

its ok you didn't save the pages this time
and anyway, if you lost them it would be
quite human of you.  we'd like that.

dali in the sky. i hear the clouds of bara resemble
st pete. i'm watching fluffy underbelly glow
bird flitter, roosting. thought about letting in
fresh air but mom's been a wild child for a while now
blistering across the pennisnula, spitting on
drought stricken petunias, what the hell.
i open the window, let the crickets in.

i find myself waiting for you even though
you're always just around the corner. one of us
without a phone at all times makes me remember
how it used to be, growing up. you had to trust
the world to be safe, your loved ones savvy enough to survive
whatever demons are out there. the sky neons up.
dusk sings itself in. i had the cold hamburger for dinner.
watched reincarnation vids on youtube. enough of the tornadoes now
stalking us, tsunamis bulldoze you under
you can come back as that native
 american crow in the sky,   bright pink  cloud simmed.
thank you for the sign. resembling programmed
resembling memed complete with feather.
it's ok you missed this one
 there will be othersa


a dark cloud sails across the pink, fading too.
it's prow a swan, it's prow a duck it moves that quickly.


it i were a nat, i would people them in drunken life.
rich,full, blooded in the rites of alive. show not tell.



damn, it's been a while since i really let that happen.
if one can be said to let it happen. for me it's prolly more synergy
playing off the dragon scale that sweeps my vision
and when i limit that scope to mainly you
and forbid myself to jinx it with introspection
then the writing suffers. the sufferring writing.
the suffered writer.






   
trees as amazing as . i want to past life regress
to my time as a dolphin. i want to be the tree
housing the mayfly
 the mayfly on the last day of the month.







if i said i'm weary would you send me to india?
i guess i can warm up the sake now.
good nite little bird warble bow.