syberea

hooray!! i am moving in 1 day! i am moving into the most beautiful house, its on this quiet tree lined street and its all sorta grown over and old and there are three fireplaces in it (but i think only 1 works) and hardwood floors. i am sooo excited. now i think i will do more art.
the downside is i dont know when we will get the internet i may not be on here for a while. i will check in as often asi can though. so i guess i will just say that i wish all well for the next few weeks/ months(?) i will leave you with the final installment to my poem though . just to titilate your senses...you know...
so see you later everyone, im gonna miss being on here all the time, but then again maybe i will find a way.

part iii

this rain eats everything
you knew
it crumbles brick
so you can see
what its made of
this rain washes numbers
suits
money and machines
away
washes away the madmans
dream
and leaves you clean
and open
ready to bleed
but for the right reasons
the slant of your eyes
betrays
you are lost in it now
and going everywhere
into coiffed shops
with sleek accents
where you cannot speak
the thrilling fear of modernism
so blunt
you ate the patent
leather shoes
and headed out for more
into the silvered streets
this new you
howling at the moon
and dancing the merengue
though you dont know how
into waving fields
full of bovine and hustlers
clouds making eye paintings
across the sky
into arctic caves
your breath making a mirror
to see the world
what you see makes you cry
then laugh
and thats where they lost you
entirely.