Conservatory, pipes, vines

I could go in there and lie down

i could go in there and lie down
but what if i couldn't sleep and
tossed and turned while listnin'
to my heart pound, early alarm

even dark roads in the morning
can be stop and go but there's a
system with the regulars, they
cooperate and weave in tandem

so it's on me to get t'bed in time
to have enough sleep to honor
the identical sacrifices of fellow
drivers & their unknown burdens


Ted
"I'll play along, Jan."

A messy beauty

Once the implants and tissue response protocols had been administered
i was just a messy beauty, not yet molded to the new situation in the skies

Dame or beast was chintz or polished cotton at that time-- same diff,
free to spend time speaking of dead people who'd spoken of others dead

Able indeed to choose conversation over pecking out a cliff hanger's liver;
i could still fit a double strand of pearls and lounging poncho-- no scaly fin

Now again i'm prettiest when naked, skin more a padded exoskeleton
aerodynamic and not at all sloppy unfurling tongue on the unsuspecting


by Missy
"I don't miss anyone, but then I'm not anyone."

inlet

Pain requisition

i might issue a
pain requisition
to the storeroom
and get it piped
through the floor


Chama

S is a graceful kneeler

A straddles the horizon with folded arms
Q is an attempt to taste with the tongue tip
R is a toe test or brazen flaunting of shoe
P a self-referential gun to head
O what we use to explain everything
T is permanently in stocks
M has a tiny spider's head at its point
S is a graceful kneeler
K's fly spread eagle

Love, Missy
MPS Clinic Schoolroom, Highchank

rich fabrics everywhere as in linens

as i dip into sleep cross-legged sitting and neck giving way on one side i see sharp
visions, rich linens, fabrics and stitches without need of seeking further background

RECAP: i've already worked it out on the dance floor

poison arrow
desert claw for water
rappelling
surf's up in a vortex
James Brown slide-lunge & mod contraction
eyeware stem in corner of the mouth stroll
hitchhiker shake
literal hip hop
slippy sliding on ice and/or broken glass
smack-and-sway fist hip
stir the pot
heavy burden shoulder rope drag
pulling a lifeline endlessly toward you
knee bend reaching fingers far behind you left, right
stripper overhead forearm swivel at the elbow
back-against-wall dip
ball shuffle change SLAM (into wall) repeat
shimmy in place with penguin go-go fists
Patty Duke wrist flap foot hop change hop
pogo pero como lo de isadora dun-can
hair-sweat fling lunges
Twiggy hands opening to-sky awakening knee bend
hypnotic National Geographic chinny boob-cup bead hop
soul backup stepping
acid hippy freakout trip birthing from universe
erotic struggle behind, with and against invisible bars
handcuffed vertical worm-like writhing
faux Thai hand-finger ocean waves
fingertip popcorn pop get down
heated hammer go-go
shoulder-to-knuckle full-swing go-go race riot
pirouettes in a mosh pit while spiked partner guards
one-handed cocktail Ipanema shuffle twist
that with no drink punching left right at the waist swivel
driving and anything else
seeking, seeking everywhere with hand over brow
hip rock left right back front back left front right
doing anything while doing that
slippery surface endless fall with a smoke in lips
hair tearing, eye gouge, reaching at heavens bop
natural gyroscope
Afro-diaphragm knee pull trance to drums
lounge lizard slow shoe cigarette mash
anything else you can do at the same time
standing and hugging self, appear as two from behind
squirm doing that
inflated tutu on the open sea arms ankle pump
that to any music with harp in it
shopping bag at feet slow coat slide down the back
whip the effing floor with the B-ass coat, whip
stomp dance around not on coat
low-spinning coat-as-cape thigh pump
gravity-defying slo-mo rock poses
and marching out of a muddy swamp backwards
hard shaking hips, throwing out trash behind left, right
and looking L/R neck pop with hair strung across face


Jan Jansdadd
Jan'z Danztudio
Oslo

P test

P test's been high
thunder a comin'
finger to wind
long, fat shadow
crest of evening
neck is pounding


by Mike
"Never look back, Hoolie."

Newfangled

They're not actual headaches.
They're like emotional migraines.
When the two fiery planes of

opposing globes overlap as in
a Venn diagram,
friends and work, say

or home and school
hair and financial security
they may tickle the protruding

node of an amygdala and you
might not be able to operate the
newfangled back exit of a bus


by Missy
"While I'm human."

Couch surfer

They idolize my independence by
sending me on along my way
I feel the rush of being as soon as
the reasoning's explained as to why

I feel the rush of blending into the
blur of comings and going through
peoples places, poems that are just
daily household waste instead of

Running, I lay, exist in a kitchen
already evacuated by officials,
nobody special, only the keeper
of a world no one else is living in


Hoolie
"This is the future I've life-scripted."