The King And Queen were dead without a net swirling down the drain in rivulet a pile of drowned crowns, cloaks, and epaulets Within an utter bone chilling shock she spied of her mother’s hair a lock The King and Queen were dead without a net Arms and legs, old teeth adrift all wet still [...]
crazy California cafe day all nonstop west, constant loudfull place, striptease skins, eight ball eyes, red sheared meat smell overpowers the remembering silence, quiet, meditation, Hindi Indians drinking paneer, serpents reminding the spine, traveling light, alone within the web © 2001 Catherine Auman
a blindingness light swirling and collapsing and I can’t see “what’s the matter with the light?” I almost cry out maybe something’s wrong with my contacts, I think, but there’s also a warmth and something funny happening with my breath like sex, but that’s not right because sex is not happening. The Majesty, and I [...]
Combing their hair and plaiting their tresses, she dressed them and sang a spell. Long green brown tentacles, smell of rotten milk, limpets, barnacle eyes, tar on the tracks, and the dead dog we saw split by a train that year. Their sweetness, thick hair rolled in seashell whorls, dancing at the seaball invited by [...]
I know I spose to groove on the pastoral scene walks in the forest, communing with trees dig nature boy Whitman’s song of himself, babbling brooks, meadows and gamboling elves finding peace and meaning under a tree in respose I know I spose to despise the city, find it corrupt garbage in the street, Starbucks [...]
