word lube

so a dear fiercest friend encouraged me to try and get poetry to come the fuck outta me...cuz it hasn't been....by giving the -30 poems in 30 days- thing a go.
i'm gonna try. even though everything is really really hectic and i'm super ridiculously cripped out and strung out and hangin' on. whats a better time right?

would love to think i'll post em all but i'm not gonna stress it. heres the first one.

old skins rousing in my old car with the pavement saying lost lost your lost trash ,look around as you slither this shit ain’t funny anymore.

threadbare but holding

people
they're threads
strands of color and texture in and out of my life

its a loose weave
the air passes through
but a weave none the less
in my deepest grief and despairing
moments pulling at me to disappear
i try
i try to picture this fabric
gold and teal
some threads of red and deep warm browns
flimsy the light shines through might not keep me warm but if i pay close attention it wraps me up
wraps me tight
connects me
to the other hearts beating
roaming
wrapping themselves in threads of memory
cloth of desire

snowy sick day with agatha

apparently if left home alone to my own devices during a snow storm when i'm not feeling well... I make videos of my dog.