Sunday, November 30, 2014

November 30,2014.

winter fingers

Hands are strong on Mondays thin on Sundays. Sometimes I feel cursed with such confidant invasions, poindextrous equations, in a gestural way. No rhyme or reason other then that it was colder out on Sunday then on Monday.Look how defined the knuckle bends under the skin over time, time and time again, a new line on the flesh around the corner, like a new friend you knew you'd come to meet but it took some time. you just weren't ready for that park bench, clique sunset at that moment in time. I bought a bunch of rings too big, always over estimating realities, to heighten the feeling of loosing something new, or scrounging around a dark room looking for the symbolic cheat, the ring is double bouncing on the black floor off the black walls, going A-wall. The gold facial temporary lift quick fix facade, fades to workshop copper, what once looked dapper now resembles a plumbers utensil. You leave your rings around, almost on purpose cheap forgotten, and your friend constantly reminds you, "don't forget your jewelry!" and every time the same remark, "oh yes, my dear precious jewelry". (The ferry finally docks on sardonic Island after some unexpected turbulence). The only thing which has any potency at all, the only thing that dictates my life, the only thing that's more in charge of me, then myself, is the galaxy of my garnet ring. Devoted to my right index finger.

The pressure to not except the abyss, the blameful void, pointing fingers, the responsibility to always know, at every minute, at every second, where it is.To know when looking at it, that its the only symbol you have of real. Love.because life is cutting short. can you imagine the weight on my right index finger from this embodied treasure. this empirical desert, of obsessive love and nearing loss.

Perhaps if I have a child, but even then I'm not sure, as I think the ring will be my breathtaking albatross. back breaking criss cross, the absolute epitome of my life. Everything is different now, now that I live for every garnet fastened, for every gold clasp, for the gold that wraps around my finger, all I can hope for is that dear winter finger doesn't, in cold vanity, fling loss. If it goes then I shall follow.



Friday, September 19, 2014

September 19th, 2014

aaaaaaalllllll I can think, is how can I get there,

with the outfit I want to wear this requires a taxi

but my wallet is slim

much slender then the rest of me

do I walk? or do I take the bike?... with the babyseat attached that is borrowed from a mother of an other....all is painful....allllllllll is painful like sights for sore eyes.

I'm already late

becaause I cant take a taxi!




and if I do ,


(from the high shanks of a low risk lavish in crystal chandaliers) (high/low)


Wednesday, September 17, 2014

September 17, 2014.

Nell Nell Nell Nell Nell Nell Shipman, you in??

what's the strategy?

what's the strategy?

the strategy is in Greek blue and magenta defacto dis-factions

blurry eyes all in double (meanings)

the strategy is in prussian blue  and then blasts you late at night with crimson neon,

under your eye mask

Nell Nell Nell Nell Nell Nell Shipman, you in or what?!


time is money

love is had.


Thursday, September 11, 2014

September 11, 2014

white Vienna dress made in India

black zip up hoody

Omas ring

Thelma bracelet

bracelet I pretend Farran gave me

striped underwear

no bra

I am beside myself


September 10,2014.

we're redesigning lighting
because of our eyes

we're hiring strong professional movers
to carry and deliver heavy furniture

as many tears
its not gone un-noticed
the equal effort
to help with the idea of home

even though my laundry is dry on the rack
I feel comfort in leaving it there
if you know what I mean...


Saturday, September 6, 2014

September 6th, 2014

first scene

angry throwing negative intentions

powder pigment blasting out of sacks

the majority is not moving just taking it

us few are far to consumed

the painter at sea side


pained by his own pigment

we slow down and gain perspective


schade josen


Thursday, August 7, 2014

August 7th 2014.

flight here flight there
I wear a secret in my ear
purple evening
 ...ripped jeans, wool cream
the day
is coming
the evening resides
in a box of kleenex
we bake from memory
and discuss the sighs and virtues



August 7th, 2014

"birch wood"
"skip school"
"drivers license"
"despondent time"

through a fraction

I fled for you both, preservation,
to take care
of what had been, foggy climate fictitous memory

you sing your distant tunes alongside, noble, time span afternoon band
he sits with love and a one mud boot
you love him through heckling

that is
he loves her
and she him

cinematic desperate stream, of songs to tears
they must
hand in hand

let life end like the lavender easing the last scene of love and together



Sunday, July 13, 2014

Monday, July 7, 2014

July 6th 2014

I heard a noise

to the right of me

long haired ponytail biker as well as father

pulls a broken chair out of the pond and throws it to shore

silver legs, drowned white body

long haired dad shakes his head

looks at the fountain in the center of the pond and moves on....moves on

the flamboyant flailing water feature in the center of the pond

meditates on the sound of its own wet breath


independent confidant

joyous exterior

water feature fountain

you mist(ify) me

and my surface

dampen my skin

with calming optimism

of course all the heated pay homage to you

water feature fountain you make me

(fountain springs even higher up into the air)

I am covered in you

you graze on my skin

small beads of you on my flesh

slowly devouring me

heating me up by cooling me down

a slow heavy soaking

a windy brigade charging

and then you stop

turn off

and retrieve back into the murky depths of your reflective facade

oh where did you go and will you come back?






20 minutes later...

Fountain on

and on

and on and on


Monday, May 19, 2014

May 19th

high knees
black sneaker health sleeze
I beg of thee
jump higher


Wednesday, April 23, 2014

April 22, 2014

The long slender scoop in your collar bone
makes me want to

it's a nice day
warm in the sun
cool in the shadow

deep down
deep blue
charcoal black
out of focus yellow
he's a nice lookin' fellow

I'd like to take him home

fruit's cheap in some places
and expensive in others

cream smear
take me out the sunrise