that cranky old gym building again

i am back at that cranky old, multipurpose school/gym building in the scrappy neighborhood again.
this time it's manifested itself as a haunted old building held up by religious zealots.  good luck leaving.

i taught the baby what twins are by showing them a pair of old friends.  we came in as family, they left without me.

wood walled rooms

we are close, you are with me.

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she isn't well.  knives and everything, anything. and i couldn't help and get help at the same time. and you couldn't help but want to leave, and it will only kill me to see you go.

traveling abroad with the band

false awakenings in a long hotel room broken in.
i wanna go out for sunrise beach strolls.

he tells her everything you don't tell me, so i decide to run to where i know you will be.  i fly up to the fluorescents lighting the table above where you eat and i mangle and tangle them.  i'm not trying to get away with it.

all four of us stand by the pool "you realize that was a crazy thing to do, we told you five minutes" yes, but he didn't tell me anything, he pretended not to hear when i asked.  and if he doesn't get it, i never got him, and he was never really here at all.

that old victorian mansion again

deprive my dreaded digital life and spend time playing charades with my ghost friends.  isn't funny how i can't tell the color?

And the sticky part of a shadow self and a shadow family played a melodrama mourn, homage to those who were being old while the others were being young. We never knew how hard it was going to be, or at least, we never anticipated it would be this revealing.



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things have been hard, but we're driving sitting next to one another, so we're still together.  we turn a corner and on the horizon is the most amazing cresent mooon hanging hooked on to the tallest skyscraper at dusk.  the sky is orange and there are 4 full pink moons visible in the distance.  you gasp and grab my hand and for a moment we are united bodymindandspirit. you pull over so we can get a good pic.

i can't get my phone out of my pocket, but that's okay, the pictures are never in my phone when i wake up anyway (though i always very much wish they would be).  we leave as quickly as we came and drive into parking garage to meet your friends, i am looking at the fading scene through the pillars of cement, finally capturing the last moments when things become a bit more blueish gray.. and an airplane flys too too low over head, and people are yelling and the plane is dropping nitrous on the crowd below, and i capture it, perfectly above the moon, hooked to the skyscraper, with the four full moons behind, i get the perfect picture.  so they'll know what happened. and i run back to my truck, which you're driving, but you leave too soon, so i can't reach. and you have to go on without me.

blurry

i connect a line between me and my original.  i am taking candy from their baskets, i tell him.  we're doing halloween in here.

my present, you can use it, but you can't ruin it.  everything is falling apart, even the lenses from my glasses fall.  i give up to give in and now carry only what i can hold - a book in one hand, a clear brick of honeycomb in the other.  underwater, the honeycomb expands and sprouts beautiful sea grass from each of its pores.  the book falls apart, but if i'm gentle it may last a little bit longer...

350 horses, i'll take you to see them

i conjured the old new jersey col-de-sac and said, give me one of those twins down the street - now make him 30.  I brought him under an arc at the base of the school.  i build the snow banks high so they wouldn't see, i built a brick wall so no one could see (one way, so i could).
Still they could see, so I added another layer of bricks.  No one is supposed to be outside, but people are still all around and I can't control them. We are discovered, sorry charlie, and I take off - leaving him to explain.  She who finds him says "have you seen this person, if i find her, i will kill her"

The barn is on fire and the hoses cant keep up.  I throw white powder and it snap, crackle, stops.  I tell them, I put out the fire with this white powder, you may want to clean the stalls before you put the horses back.  "What are you magic?"  redneck compliments "A fairy throwing pixie dust like that I'm sure the men are pleased" and the woman still wants to kill me.

she makes the mountains that move you

i came early and stayed late, so i could spend as much time as possible with you.  But you were around and about and no where to be seen. and when you left i looked down from a cloud and saw you with her arm linked in yours.  agility training.  a butt kicking bootcamp.  she builds digital mountains about love and they look just like mine.  I want to cry in the car, did you hear, she makes mountains with computers - how could this happen? i weep into the whispywhisp baby hair on top my nephew's head.