3am. alive and well. technology
my friend at last 4
i can telework
my cats bunny and mouse
my copilots. so excited they woke me up too early
fuck it. coffee on the stove
what more can i ask?
i am in love
if not for this intractable pandemic
reality is like a little child held up
high to the sky after
the big kiss
boots long kicked
to the floor
hallway sniffed about by cats
Andromeda did not mind about the light years gone missing. Saturn or some body in space was happy to harbor them but they sure took their time arriving. Watch out you might get fractal off the rings, or maybe that’s what was supposed to happen. I always cut up my years into months and smaller increments. I bake them in a pan and they come out all seasonal. That way kids know when they go bad, not to eat them. Andromeda takes them back when we send them, and turns them into meteor showers, the galaxy to exfoliate. Deep space is the safest place around, minimal pollution, air and sound. I wanna go there when my world fails me. I cannot stand the anxiety. Earth looks good from the outside, but just try burning through the atmosphere; you will soon discover it wasn’t worth it. Sorry to let you down and all.
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| to the lighthouse cat by kat |
goodbye sweet moment
lying in the light of a summer morning
California
readying myself for whatever highs and lows the day may bring. making conscious contact. watching my kittens thirst by their eyes for the birds. drawing back the peaks of audio. tails move side to side with the eyes
these eyes are emerald
these eyes are amber
mine are greenblue…
sending this message to space
said the sky
looking with warmth
upon the tree
but when
oh when
will all become clear?
asked the tree
shaking in the wind
when it rains
when it rains
when it rains
