these two orchids,
one alive, one looking dead,
have joined in deep symbiosis,
roots dug into the flesh of the other.
organes des canales
space is where all the good stuff is happening
loss
the red series
freewillandnofreewill
free will and no free will
and free will and no free
will and free will and no
free will and free will and
no free will and free will
and no free will and free
will and no free will and
free will and no free will
risiko
it is impossible for everyone
to not hurt
some were smart in selling their quest
while others just asked
the center of the party
died toothless and swollen
and we go back to
identifying plants instead –
something we know, and a place safe.
cliff & self
and our son plays and falls of a cliff
and dies and we think about self
and what if it changes
and we talk of mirror and skin –
the confusion we are in.
la mer no. 1
heavily
heavily armed
and free
we built a shelter
loving heavily
dead boys had drawn buildings
for live girls to live in
turned the scriptures into tv
and we always knew
what it was we threw away
but now the ice is melting
soft the soil, heavily
loved –
let us make bricks.
bridges
it is possible for two poeple
to feel connected
and for both to be wrong.
each connected to a projection into the other,
stumps of bridges misplanned,
lost in water, half ways.
…
{simultaneous, mutual feeling of connectedness does not mean anything.}
pieces
let sadness come home as sadness … and the pieces become beautiful
this really was (the last time)
