im knitting up a storm!!!

these fragments of melodies arise in my head
as i open my eyes to the darkness and
the air that freezes my insides.
the cover didnt quite gather the warmth for my shoulders
and my eyes eventually adjusted to the
increasing illumination in the light bulbs.
the pores in my face spread as
the hot water poured over my body
and fell down that drain.
my body deprived of neurishment until lunch time
yet still gathering energy to display a smile.
excitement rushed from my toes to my fingertips
and out through this mouth with sounds
that cant be explained in sanity
and beautiful beautiful people. all around me. all day.
that voice that belongs to your little body
was brilliant today. it felt like home.
those eyes of yours were really green today
and the calm that surrounded us outside in the snow
was exilerating in the most peaceful way.
now this body of mine..
is weak and i am home without the glazed roads
hindering my safty.
the remnants of perfume lingering
on places that i cant pinpoint
and projects that need to be taken in small doses
instead of this overwhelming state i seem to be stuck in..
im finished today...
lovely lovely day

i didnt wear my earings today
and in this light my skin from my wrists
down to my fingertips
are misinterpreting my age
through the dry ridges that go deeper than
i have ever seen before
its beautiful
and i need to collect myself.
i need to realize all these things in my heart.
it goes deeper than this skin
that i never see in this kind of light
the daylight is misinterpreting its beauty.

beauty comes in small little dosses
redundency is brilliant sometimes and today
i thought of your company
and i wished for it next to me
and not in that dream i so vaugly remember.
i had to force myself to keep these eyes open
enough for the light to make shapes and
to express my smile with the rythm of my mouth
and i couldnt see you or feel you today
but i longed for your company to sooth my heart
and i dont know who you are and im writing this letter
to you. maybe someday you will find it left for you
on your front door.
in a yellowed envelope frozen to the inside
of your mailbox.

kansas

The light has let itself in
and i am gathering it with every
pen stroke in the midst
of this dark hotel room
with the ever so soft glow
that resonates from beneath this door.
there is a warm body in the
bed next to mine, gathering
all the reasons to have a soft bed
and i, i cannot sleep.
though yawns fill my mouth every so often
and my mind isnt alert to think
of much else other than the longing.
the longing for something other than this...
those sheets, they entangle me
and overheat my legs
when alls they want to do is
go for a walk in the middle of nowhere familiar.
these parts that connect me
inside of this skin
are making lovely sounds and i am
breathing with my lips sealed softly.
words are fumbling around in this brain
as you are tumbling around
within those restricting sheets.
wake-up calls make the telephones sing
across the hall
and i can hear another's shower
through the walls and
all of this to say that
my eyes are wide open in the
early early morning
and nothing will convince my body
to stay still...