images from space
made all my big problems
small. now i can do whatever
my heart calls out
for
#katyamills
images from space
made all my big problems
small. now i can do whatever
my heart calls out
for
#katyamills
dear Stardusk,
these jobs on the old earth
(aft of second sun) they really
suck your soul thanks 4
the AI flowers what a surprise
i hope you felt the emoticons
i charged
orbiting you always
KatYa
star one
aglow after starlight receded
the others
having over spun
exceeded
the star speed
limit
star one
stayed true
made light
4 a little
space
#katyamills
i met a space man with a chemist
for a friend. my truck broke down
again. an epic perfectionist i
made friends on craigslist i could not stand to be the one
you got to know. i was changing
you left me i howled
when you were gone
#katyamills
winter morning. the stillness the quiet
we achieve inside these walls
maybe a miracle. the earth circles
the sun! we are all flying
through space!
#katyamills
i was a little old fashioned
cooking astronaut chicken bones down
to moondust i
suppose
i wrapped my mind around a tree, fell ona bent knee. thoughts illogical, disorganized, scattered within a quarter mile radius of me. i would have to grow the circumference somehow to find some leniency of space. there were harleys, semis, and el caminos blasting through the place. i got tickled by the pavement, sandblasted in the face. i finally had enough. i stood up proud and centered myself, and left my thoughts beneath me. i walked into the middle of this four lane highway crossing a fourteen county spread. all the cars and trucks agreed to stop for me and the gray rabbit, the brown frog, the yellow duck, and the unnamed holy one. when the engines all cut out, we came to understand. we are all in this thing, together.
we could keep us around by populating a host planet or why not go extinct right here, and let earth eradicate our species? we’ve had a good run. we could show our greatest virtue and make room for new species. we will look better in retrospect.
i was listening
but could not hear
like a potted plant i
needed time to take on
water. once i drank
i was full
i need to paint my nails
a soft shell blue
to remember me
with you
you are angry
i am yelling
you are pacing
i am telling myself
not to cry
i believe i’m gonna
sound the pitch of railroad tie
a’buried in the ground
locked in there. to stabilize
a nation. split in two
i am crying the earth away
so i can see you
again. next to me
saying your sorries
they mean nothing
they mean nothing
i am space
washing saucers
operatic
you are history
you are gone
i am thinking of you
i am typing
you are reading
i am writing we are
dreaming we are
one
summer’s gone
and come
you are dreaming
i am typing we are
reading in the
sun