oops, i drank the entire pot of coffee again.




dogwoods bloom
with a swift lunacy each year
all over the east side of town
at spring's first fluttering lid

on cool mornings
while i wait
their petals swirl around me
with cigarette butts
with plastic vagabonds
in the form of bags

i giggle, feeling quite
the little princess
with all this swirling
of hair and white matter

petals begin to pile
like snow
like confetti after the parade

someone walks up and i wonder
what they would have thought
of the breeze's matinee
and
if it all stopped at just that very moment
or if it were only in my head




i like to think the wind with all her powers reserves some moments for only certain humans' witness.
or perhaps it is just the dreamy tree-hugger beneath my gloomy exterior speaking.




listening to: Craft - Void


stuff reduction.
winter remnants tucked away.
sunglasses found.
the skeleton's scarf removed.






next week to virginia and new york. (converge, converge)
next month to atlantic city. (garbage)
next next month to cuyahoga falls. (radiohead)
manson in between.
camping, grilling, flesh.
classes almost over.
spirit willing and able
body frisky and limber.
beer in the fridge.


as for today, i'm off. plethora of sludgy, blacky, doomy, metal,
reading with the window slightly more than cracked,
my tiny flame twirling beside me in the breeze.









live well.
don't take any guff from these fucking swine.
<3 Rexxy