'Tween seasons

The weather is cold now!
Winter bleats distantly in the forest.  Soon it'll sing against our faces...

I voted today!   Friday I'm off to NYC to hang out with Sam Petry, Cleo 'n company, and perhaps Hannah Kalifeh.  I'll check out the Met before its Chinese exhibition closes, too.

:)

All this pointless stimulation just assaults my consciousness.  \\\\


I navigate the information.  I decide what comes in, what goes out; how I breathe, and how I move.

Therefore...whether it has a point or not:

I assault my consciousness.

Smear the queer

Got nutmeg lunngs
Looking for your pixelated
visage on Kinsey's
scale, you
elude
The eye
Remember when we played smear
the queer?
You weren't as hot then
Seasons go
You won't be hot then
Freckled pot bellied
wreck of muscle

Things I have not mastered

Changing a diaper
Making espresso
Cleaning out litter boxes

My heart hurts down to my ankles
There was no serene
There was no serene
Way to die

My unrelated wanderings
Are intent to drown my fur

?

Captains fight & die

Burnish mint bronze
chests, foreheads
knock  'em into the altar
Spill lifeblood on the floral
garland
Dye peplos
hug trees

As last cloudy words
Splash
unctuous rock
Cacophony.
"Son, sift that soul
Through the gate
See you in the shades one day."
Mom, I tried
to preserve it
couldn't do a thing when the flash
flood came