real time

thoughts accumulate @ the corner of up and down just above freezing
mufflers give away ignitions in the silence behind double pane motel glass
corner of down and up on the back of a harley feeling the torque
insane or sane we are the strange circumstance of being in this world real time

#katyamills

from the heart out

she was in her twenties

existence a slow drip of unhappenstance 

when she surfaced from the midsection of an iceberg

the frozen contents of some formerly fluid 

collective subconscious 

experience


ready to travel the world

she began finally to thaw

from the heart out

#katyamills

99 cents @ the quikstop

i am singular

organic yet 100% reconstituted
of unknown ethnic
origin. uncompromised inside a racial

divide

i feel island

composing metaverse

they wanna buy me
for 99 cents @ the quikstop
a generation why
32-bit clerk in
16-thread scrubs
calls me off my platform
in the pink cloud
brigade

radiating my
tertiary-processed
64-bit self-serve themed
limousine queen
ego state

they blister and
sizzzzzle

#katyamills

remix she

she takes

these rules-of-road
these mandates federales
these ideas of fairness and fears
she licks them 

speechless

swallows
the music the man

the mainstream
swallows
the age-of-fad line

the cess poolz


she carries 

the asses
makes u 

her bitch she 

can liquefy the earth 


ignited she fumes
she sucks up the dust

black with blood
she unassumes

and 

somehow


opening up 

through cold rain of
insect-stung steel

crossing

the many states 

america

kid eyes full 

moon


sending steam

beneath shower head flowers

behind ribbons of rainbow
summer hydrant
waters


somehow

like no one like

no one 

she loves

#katyamills

california unincorporated

up the hills
to the llama farms

fields of upturned soil
the black sheep tagging behind

unincorporated
california


into a clearing

in the darkness of a day
sunlight woven like cotton

round the swab
they ran


this one

don’t need no help in hurtin

do they? a gardener declared

hands on her hips


self-demolished

exhausted
dejected

they ran


finally

into arms


#katyamills