this morning i am jumping jacks
boiled coffee
mixed with cream
this morning is the day
you came into this world and
i am calling you
my kitten an alarm clock and
got me out of bed
i cook for you and me
the tibetan bell
the heartbeat
the love of my life
on the road again
i cannot count my blessings
but
i can sit here at my desk
beat up the old english
language for a while
all what makes life @ 46
worth living
she swims alongside the current she
follows the sun into the sea
after many days of searching they
presumed her drowned
they knew nothing of the changes or
how she made it through
she may as well have died
she cuts through open waterÂ
she moves the breath of life
she has come awakened
to meet the deepest sea
the talk died down and i
cherished the absence of it
lay myself down and still
beneath the windowsill
my eyes blurred out
to jazz
i felt you coming like
long fingers rolling up the
keys
my head fell dead
to one side where
I could see you
the utmost precision of
your tender love
how does one describe the exhalation of breath
the incomplete gesture the
tangible space suddenly
apparent?
there is a part of me died with you
a fragment
a trailing cry pulling at my hair
wanting to lash out and
break…
something to see
the color of blood as
a way in
as a way out
to look for you
all this is like a poem that never will be written
to die to find you
to leave this alien place premature
and come home
Posted on July 28, 2013 by KatYa
i am trying to find myself
between commercials
apparently
i am located
somewhere deeper
than that
Atlantis
times three
i remember almost dying
the weight
was too great
i got
stepped on
like flagstones
I saw you there
we could touch
almost
through our
imperial pints
of tears
drowning
Atlantis
times three
i got stripped
like a stripper
but without
so much
a choice
off the walls
in the paint
in the darkness
the memory
faint
gracefully
i laced up
to give them
something
2 remember
gracefully
i tried then
2 forget
sometimes
i grabbed the knives
in the kitchen
and turned
toward them
screaming
its real painful
to look
i could drown
in it
Atlantis
times three
i found me
by looking
baptized
by watercolor
bled down
in the city
bled out
to the valley
sweet canvas
of colors
shelters me now
the painted walls
i like to
leave them
this way
i am different
i am young
my spirit
touched by
the sound
of the colors
dripping down
Atlantis
times three
is where
i am found
-Katya
July, 2013
you opted out of the
midterm elections how
can I love without raising
objection?
EASY
I vote for you and me our
friendship
decentralized
i hardly ever dress up
i was raised in corduroy and cotton
took me twenty years to
tear up my clothes
love of a thrift store and all
you can find life underground because
main street got old
i could not appreciate anything
until I found you
