wall flower social

may the social sphere

be elastic and expand

without cracking and breaking

off

falling like an icicle

killing me where I

stand

in the meanwhile

i got my couple hours

a day good medicine

in

writing my book

making out with words

the tongue kissing was the best part

the audience swooned

by the character studies i

inhabited

inhibitions were wall flowers

garden variety virtual

open microphone affairs

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bubble tea in the rooms of death

Conservatism surrounded me. A comfortable keeping to ourselves on the wings of transaction, give and take, society set up such that any otherwise lively action be tourniquet by predictable social etiquette, unnatural at best, dull and senseless concession to an all American model of commerce, profitable for sure and devoid of interest. I enjoyed my bubble tea in these rooms of death. Taking my sweet time, a sidestep from life. Only the tapioca between my teeth would burst with lifelike flavor amidst the somnolence. Then shot down the esophagus to the only exit from the constriction of our numbered days. God bless America.

even social workers get the blues

I tracked the thought to the very center of my brain, where I detonated it at the precipice of a heartbroken synapse. Only then could I tussle with my hair, drink my coffee chocolate and head out the door, down the stairs and out the gate. I ran to the river, over the train tracks and into open space where the sun denounced the darkness. You will be mine, forever, how I remember you. So I chose not to create any more memories. There is no other way. I am like the sun now.

glazed donut

Enveloped in media glaze – fin http://www.katyamills.com/2014/12/enveloped-in-media-glaze-fin.html

Linx to a poem; my thoughts and feelings on living in the here and now, how to maintain, roll up the past, defy not deny fate, roll it up and choose destiny.

Vanish

appearances
made

politesse
made
marmalade

transparancies
of whole
oranges

unaccustomed
dyed in wool
deadened

shaking hand
shakes

lost to
frost

social gelatin
social skeleton

closet exo
incites
rattle
snakes

ice cube
fornicates
behind glass palms
sweating

remembering
forgetting

dish colored
vacuum rag

the pleasure
all mine

your precognitive
dash and
dine

binging
purging

toxic
intoxicating

divine
unnatural
like
swerves

sexy in lace
spermicidal

dish colored
dilution

washed clean
at the ready

disregard the
cavernous
distance

attentions
Irreparable
cosigned with
bull shit

demonstrative
pathetic
like
DVR offal

stand
can’t stand

Truth
hitting every
one
up side
down

vanishing
like that

sad sorrowful
material
retreat

immaterial
like
ennui