the cold moon of question and answer

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these books.  these books puppetmaster has one but others years in color on the page.

still waiting for someone.  to see.

making mix tapes paint on my fingers maybe this is as close to life as i get outside the out.

right brain pilates the light contracts and expands.

white sage red wine black night

the stars you can feel their radiant heat from here

where the air thins out and two roads meet

shining eggmoon the hart sniffs the wind for hind white flag waving

my one hand dancing in the air.

 

the universe is "a conditionally perceived shade of beige."

T's trick-or-treat summary for 2009:

"He smelled of cigarettes.  He gave me peppermints."

"The sun, an hour above the horizon, is poised like a bloody egg upon a crest of thunderheads;  the light has turned copper;  in the eye portentious, in the nose sulphurous, smelling like lightning."

today was fruit and flowers rolled oats and ripe pears

i want everyone out There to get a copy of a cd i made Samhin this.

email your address to me at blackcaribou at live dot com and i will pay postage.

 

"The nihilists say it is the end;  the fundamentalists, the beginning;  when in reality it is no more than a single tenant or family moving out of a tenement or a town."

rain.  epic skies like the yukon and the south of france.  i clean.  i bought a  pink cutoff tshirt for goodwill thats from the breakfast club soft line saying "mess with the bull you get the horns."  they wont let me play i make the dough you get the glory so i call customer service and i dont even have speakers right now its an internal frenzy moment and i feel like someones out there jamming the line, and howling.  six seven tries in i get this guy who sounds something like the men i grew up with a spicy smell like plowed earth dark hair shining moving from the hips turns out hes a cypriot and were suddenly discussin the cypriot war shouting turks!  the boats!  there were not enough boats!  and he gets me to a webpage like he was dragging me out of the ocean. and in my booeffusiveness i thanked him for hearing the mellifulent oratory he said ohokhayhokay hey im getting paid. but i still have no speakers and still cant play i make the dough you get the glory which was really important today.

 

"...as though they doubted even yet the actuality of rest, guarding with horned and penurious alertness the cessation which they know cannot last."

theyre paintings.  i think about you every day i lovelove the photoscan of us i see something i never see someone who looks like me.  i just cant get my shit together with anything involving a stamp.

suzie, remember beers?  W&B?  love is a dog from hell?

i saw t walking down the street i gave him my address here.

i walked up to the house ive watched for a million years side door like i belong there its real and peaceful and i gave her a postcard of snow on vineyards cause it was in the car somehow and wrote this websegment down and she maybe gave it to her brother and i wondered if y'all were somehow connected.

 

"It is as though the dark were resolving him out of his integrity, into an unrelated scattering of components...detatched and secret and familiar, an is different from my is."

the fitted sheet went pilly its driving me mad.  rain and dirt in a dumptruck little red leaves the endless sweeping.  red wine and christmas lights washer dryer johnlennonlplasticono christmas tshirt

catch my breath the phonejob was a quantum rag but the christmas cactus is blooming impossible birds Quetzalcohuatl in evanescent hybrid sisters stirring all over the house and the brown dress came in today something swoopy fancy ribbon dairymaids day out number.  samhain and i cant find the broom.

 

"...pale with lesser dark and with empty seeing, the pine clumps blotched up the tilted slope, secret and waiting."

ten for today:

1.  red wine

2.  pumpkin soullanterns

3.  yarn needles and safety pins

4.  roasted tubers with greek yogurt and salt

5.  washer dryer

6.  erratic chance meetings of dear acquaintancese

7.  sharp scissors

8.  night

9.  heartstone goldring

10.  air

 

this is for zusie. a treasure i glanced upon whilst seeking other.

better.  naming the moons blue glow profession peatbog faerie any moon.  a puddle we pare the bed down swedish socialist gogo boots and thou my rise bluelit always in my umbra a paintbrush thrust in my trunk and write my name is when the wind shakes off the leaves. 

 

                                            "... I'd like to live on a commune and / People can call me a hippie..."

ringos from the dingle three days ago i read.  spaceman, dogman, talkman are you receiving?  arriving with coffee and donuts come sunup something smelling like pine tar.   in my dream my sister has the old tchotchke box wrapped and wound found among my arid entrails the worn mauve leatherette hole where the ballerina used to be.  in the box was the topaz a babyfist in broad filligree i didnt want it she was giving something else to me.  couldnt see it clearly it was silver and twisted.   

making the scene like he said covering the story.  quivery lips pursed mick not mama candlelight bettes mermaid suit white sheets homemug dream of some coming some driving away.  this timeclock danube takes tinkering with deep preset circadian rhythm two blue to go under and still i get the dreaming ghost voices a black howl of dog around me.  sapped spent satisfied parboiled bed heavy with exhalations my mind wandering toward the dog that ran and impaled and pulled off the obstacles.  bled a clean wound and wandered.  wind among the leaves. 

sometimes theres a smokehole for the spirit to move through go starwandering across silver bays of grain left standing in darkmorning frost.  calligraphy you write with your tongue a brush wrapped in trunk.  palpable filiments like the nod but more easily satisfied a nip and a tuck and alls well that ends on monday.

just resting in random configurations what if she were the sun and i the earth?  he the turtle me the fruit.    theyre somewhere out there in the cloying vapors a rite of passage pilgrimage all we can do is feed them well before and sing the returning song.  wind among the trees.  a million times i begin and i count breaths in infinite space.   

 

1.  them
2.  him
3.  my boys
4.  "The staggering tale of one man's relentless pursuit of imperfection."

5.  exhaling

6.  mindwandering

7.  little birds at the feeder

8.  the sound for this round

9.  (for steve b., DOJ) 

In the darkest hour of the longest night
If it was in my power I'd step into the light
Candles on the altar, penny in your shoe
Walk upon the water - transcendental blues.

Happy ever after 'til the day you die
Careful what you ask for, you don't know 'til you try
Hands are in your pockets, starin' at your shoes
Wishin' you could stop it - transcendental blues.

If I had it my way, everything would change
Out here on this highway the rules are still the same
Back roads never carry you where you want 'em to
They leave you standin' there with them ol'
Transcendental Blues.
10.  autumn