yes! the terraces of cal
ive taken the name
ive shouted love from there
who dare tell me
it's all the same
this that these and them
so much ive loved
in so many forms
girl one city one home
and im not wearing no clothes
these arent my thoughts
my bare bones
alone is one
unity too
im conjoined
conned and joined
to what i dunno
that i feel so snatched
so severed so headless
so without torso
feather or fur
i love her
and here i am
now you see me
now you dont
a ghost
whod die for a furlough
wasnt it that
the nose held
its head high
and suffered
stinks untold
im living
mouth wide open
breathing eating and cold
rushing through
and pushing midway
i have red light
a green an yellow
where are the rest
of the colours
butterflies in the meadow
week no #yyyy, hyd 81
it is time i always feel. like a time bomb i tick. see timer has its periods its pauses its hyphens. descriptions that i deny because i refuse to look around the bend. walking from a bus stop short of my office i wonder why i didnt protest that i had to walk so much for a full ticket paid. or that i had to keep standing when the seat was mine, or that i was better off begging what if i am working. it is not my life, i know. my demands are simpler, my dreams, a swim naked and drowning. so easily afforded.
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