Looking back at earth turning to Sulfur

I leap too sharply

I cut myself out

but never off

and I'm sweltering

and my feet are getting chalky 

and my skin is sprouting bark

and sap drips patiently from my ears-

golden and full

and I'm heavy...

but I'm heavy always.

And I still CRY OUT

though only among the constellations

And I still remember

And seedlings of pregnant dust 

rain heavily 

and suddenly intoxication

detoxifies my soul

as soon my crown Realizes

it feels All

so it takes in the dirt.

I pull on my cigarette and I take in the dirt

And I feel calcium repelling

its whole structure 

and I collapse 

and my hair stands up feathering

in the wave

and I 

focus with indigo

and realign. 

. . .

Indigo is easy: elsewhere, 

there is still the snake.

Restless.

Burning. 

Deep within its nested knot

lying midway 

through the spine.

With a memory of the prenatal darkness

I remember the passage of the snake.

I was foolish.

I leap sharply 

I haven't learned

I was foolish

I was drop dead foolish.

and on this topic of skin
I forfeit.

I forfeit always.

Take your flesh and rest it on top mine
I will not have the will to succumb 
gracefully myself.

Gravitating, yes.

To the Hermit card stalking my season
An anchor to my torrent
a hop spell
leaping 
with no pull outbound.

I am a womanly black hole. 

 

I had left: I remembered cigarettes, I forgot my keys.

there's life on my corner there's
life in my head.

the story crunches--I do,
I do still consider masses of energy.

I do still crave rattling--
a good,
promising one.

I'm leaning.

it's where I stand--at the ledge,
leaning slightly.

(try to balance when it rains)

All these people...

it seems like they are, strangely.

I do perceive them.

I do look like them.

I do inherently perceive something.

No one notices me up
up here.

revised.

What my roomate called: Pure Pisces

i read aloud Recovered Poem: 

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Sunday, November 11, 2007.

i know 

what i want

it's exactly what

i'm running from

exactly what

i have to orbit

to repair

why am i playing chase

with the goddamned Golden Age

why am I

Shitkicking myself

around

MOTHER PLANET EARTH

at this velocity

Why am I a victim of rent

of minimum wage

and of godless mother fuckers

Because I am a Scientist with my Emotions.

-

Observation and Laboratory

i think of all the ways i fucked up and i

feel lead in my body

and i consider Mercury and magnesium

and feel at home in this

alien place

(my body).

i fool myself.

i do, I make a fool of myself. Constantly &

especially these days.

I am a lonely optimist.