in the eye of a hurricane
where all is eerily calm and tenuous
all the linens blown off the line
and nothin is the same as was
it is here gazing up at the impossible blue
of the impossible sky
one can dream
#katyamills
Category Archives: poetry
Edvard Munch
if i find myself captured by a mood
i think of your sister with you
mixing oils to capture the red
of her hair
in her bed softly resting
the tuberculin stare
wondering how god could
forsake us
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22.22
this place got it all
there’s nothing here
no technology
we come here stripped down
we can hardly take it
we don’t wanna live
this place got it all
no longer charmed out of reality
we see things plainly
this place got it all
like running thirsty
toward a mirage
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property of the sun
solitary
censored
the sun kept a great distance from everyone it influenced
to do its proper work
the moon
she wouldn’t damage your retina
mark her with flags
claim her
you who are owned
by the sun
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needy
the sun was burning things
no one could stop it
the sun was trying to reach us
to touch us
the sun wanted to be known
to communicate
to be felt deeply
to be seen the sun was
just like us
just like us
#katyamills
toyz
i was overthinking again
ideas spillin out my head like a fountain
makin some rainbow mist
a little kid appeared on the sidewalk
started collecting the residue
grasping it weighing it
galloping away on it like some strange
new toy
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haunted by image
in his hats and boots and
watch with chain at 5:24
not a minute more he
turned decisively to his work
so not to die
of broken heart pain
forever seeing her vanish
in the rain
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farewell the queen
they push the cannons out
the royal arms. the faces
rushing past an endless queue
farewell the queen farewell
blush streaked with tears
starving and sleepless
children tugging to go home
all along high fences
with spears
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starting over
they could not speak
they wanted to be alone
they got the lit end of it
issued through the tissue
and it hurt but the pain
was good for it equalled
how they felt inside
this is the beginning
they told themselves
all i need is the truth
i can manage the rest
#katyamills
17 dash
in need of nutrients
having embarked cold and thirsty upon the land
with a curious beating heart she
dislodged her diary and misted its pages
with secret emotions sketching
rough thoughts and plans
then. full of rebellion
dashed them
#katyamills
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