Month: June 2012

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kinda amazed how the days are passings
kinda amazed
how I was Lonely in the California forest
now I’m back in the big city
and just want to be Alone

perhaps it’s the ringworm (or whatever) on my face and hand that enforces my desire not to see or touch anyone
-I found myself singing New Order’s "Leave Me Alone" on my birthday and was surprised. . . as I didn’t think I felt like that. . . it was just the undertow of the coming wave
and now I’m out in the sea

but it’s quite comfy

/

what do we do
us artists
complex people
born in confusion
to simple men
with some brave passion to say all they are content to leave unsaid
say unsayables…
to other complex and confused people
happy to nod and "hmm" in agreement
or give us money
in compensation for there confusion.

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even being near Steven Sondheim seemed to make my sense of pitch better
or the performers knew he was there and we’re terribly nervous
but
to put it like Koos
The Show Was Bad

still. . .
an interesting story
I bought the book it was based on from amazon immediately

I walked around with Tony
we sat in silence
feeling the sun
and Venus

I wanted to reach out and be there
really feel her
Venus!
can you hear me?

I lay in bed
studying Venus
all day

"every planet we reach is dead"

but there’s gotta be other life out there
outside of ourselves
right?

I mean
besides the guy who turned his cat into a helicopter

sitting in silence with a friend
feeling
being. . .

I read some article Eli wrote
where he described me as his friend
and sometimes lover

I liked his style of writing

I thought of he
and Sheridan and Trevis
and how we chipped away at the stone of life
faceting it

I don’t do that with my friends now
(except with love. . . which is more ameliorating)

or do I do it. . . ?

I looked through an x friend’s files
he had a collection of compliments

I thought
"what a sweet boy"
I wish I could only think positive things about him

but how could I facet him
without a critical eye?

a guy came up to me in a bar
and talked to me about Jorge
telling me how sexy he is
and such a great kisser

I’m happy for my friends

I walked under the moon

it’s late

I’ll be home by now

thanks Venus

.iP

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it feels moist
doesn’t it?
I put my fingers in the dirt
through the mulch
dog shit
broken glass
and cigaret butts
I planted seeds
damnit
where’s the rain?
I was promised rain for a week!

the light was the same when I went to sleep today
as when I woke up
but that was all squarely in the day
though it looked like twilighting

but
it feels moist
doesn’t it?
even if there has been no water fall today
and the little patches of earth
cut through the cement out there
are just as filthy as they were
when I was with them

I’ve been rolled in a ball the whole day
spasmed like sleeping cats and snapping turtles
songs from my youth
and some fifteenth century incarnation

I want a name and a face
damnit
one that works
gets things done
lures in the ladies
and the sharks

my salt lamp isn’t cutting it
and I can’t seem to find the sun in my heart that I swallowed last decade
the light is dim
wan
not even wet
I need cleansing
I need blooming
giant turtle’s eyes
don’t blow your mind with "why"s

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these are the clothes I wore today
made for me by a lover
given to me by a lover
"lover" pronounced "friend"
"beloved"
"family"
in gratitude

though I woke late
and forgot my dreams
I streamed down through the rain
and shared a smoke with him
then visited the gardens
where there were many people I knew
and we’re glad to see

but
like at the gathering
everyone I talked with
I found an excuse to break from quickly
to get away

and though I didn’t consider it then
was it because I was being challenged by them?
asked to be present to myself in a way that scared me?
or asked to be present to them in a way that scared me?
is that the same thing?
and does my lover’s judgements of them
as "not being good enough for me"
stand for my own as well?
not to waste my time with this?
(better to waste my time alone?
I’d rather waste it with you. . .
I’d rather make something beautiful
where do I go. . .
what do I do for that?
could any of them helped me?
maybe we were all beautiful together
yes)

these days are beautiful
and the three of us walked
to a Thai restaurant
feasted, though I did not feel like eating much
as most of the times I’ve eaten in the last two years
when I start eating
I feel it’s too much so quickly
eat slowly

we met mr kitty for the show
after sitting on planters watching men with deformed testicles bulging out their pants
hitler mustaches
and the other and old lady man returned from Florida

I pointed out the feline visage to my lion friend
and say through a show I was ready to leave a quarter into it

some of these performances are gifts
rapt attention
bending of life
beauty and pain

some are tedious tests of endurance
this was like a weak mix cd that I just wasn’t interested in

though some of it was
…fascinating

but that’s not what I meant to say:
or how I meant to say it:

hearing aids
listening in
but they took our picture

"did you love it?"
didn’t love it
"you should be in it"
I should do something good

and we walked back across
ate falafel
and taxi’d back to his house
to look at a book from the 80s on Hashish
beautiful obsessions
cuddling
cinematography
then walking across town to buy some junk food for the ride up

respond to text messages of my friends and lovers
ride the train
try and tell the tale

lost the meter today
touché

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the arrangement of will
rest taking precedence
necessity from last night’s unwinding
from my romance with distraction

so
late
so
things work as they do
and I walked through the old city
struck by the beauty
missing eyes
long away
the beauty I live in
amongst

I met them at the Famine Memorial
ugh
the Hunger Museum
ah, the rocks from the island land

told a story
the had frayed seams
high on truffles
excited and motivated over to Brooklyn
disappointed
yet
inspired
thus
satisfied

we ate burgers
which seemed crass to me
am I really becoming a vegetarian?
took pictures
ate more truffles
they gave me their presents
mine!
owl cup!
Devendra book!
beauties
and another movie
story
well
yeah
that’s the same way the Alien died
yeah
wow
this movie inspired so much of my sexuality

it’s funny to see the story that made us

how I believed
wrestled with
I was a bride to darkness
wished to be seduced to the office
wrestled with it
the beauty of the faerie kingdom
but how sexy
darkness
daemons
torturers

how much have I been married?
to what and what and what?

true love still lives
somewhere
waiting

but we went to his home
spent time at a friend’s home
after eating icecream in father demo square
I’ve always loved

friends
for the evening

complete

I went home
and kept myself distracted and entertained til dawn

.iP

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so grateful for rest
so grateful for home
so grateful for friends who love me
the ones who I saw today
and all the others
once loved
always loved

the wind that chilled me
the servant and artist who listened to me
the food that entertained and nourished me
the gift I had to give
the stories that I told
the storytellers who screamed it put on stage
and walked with me through the rain

the fear
the fear

"no fear
no fear"