hunted on the hills
san francisco
hunted under the el tracks
lake street. chicago
hunted by the exes
by childhood
living in the shadows
of my memories
god gave me the spirit
i could not summon
on my own
to withstand
anything
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the sun shines everywhere
the out and down
rather fuck off and get high
in the broke part of town
throw green glass
be with someone you know
or don’t know don’t matter
you feel about the same
watching sunlight move
rather spirited yet
empty #katyamills
one twenties
under the lights
the supermodel shows well
then backstage draggin on
Slims 120s
lambasts the makeup girl
for missing her
mole. you can conceal yourself
airbrush awhile
the spirit likes to watch
you exhale. it all goes up
in smoke
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spirits!
the spirits. in the spaces between
apart and far from
hemmed in
they sway in unison
with and out of synch
then
pressure to force it came upon the fooled
and forgotten
the spirits. they swayed in the fields
like tomorrow as was
yesterday
emergenc.y
my thoughts spoke for themselves my
feelings could scarcely be
contained
any time of triumph of the spirit
appeared
rather sloppy and
unsophisticated
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untitled
our best work comes
when we are not conscious
when the passage of time
cannot be mapped
the best is so often
a surprise
reading #97
reading #90
rays
the ash has fallen
losses revealed
a lucky one i
am. surrounded by all
i have
though i may fight
my growing belly and hard won
respectability
i see i lack nothing
today the sun rises in a great dispersion
of rays
the fires are contained
the spirit can laugh once
again
borrow of the world
i lived here and made it my home. i accomplished many things, mostly writing, inside these walls. i recovered from a long illness of self-centered fear and faithless preoccupations. i am grateful to have made it out of the woods. i cared for my little tigers and gave them some freedom in a backyard. i formed community and a healthy relationship with my world. i prayed to god. i developed a routine which fostered creativity. i played guitar and shared my work online with friends around the world. i lived here. it all happened right here, in five years. i must leave now, and take what little i have with me. i am a borrower and can only pay my debt back, leaving as i came. i wish i could stay but i keep no regrets. life moves along like a river, and my spirit now touches into new territory.
K IS SILENT 