walk.

let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

faith.

Yesterday I prayed for maybe the second or third time in my life. I don't know what or who I prayed to. I guess I just wanted a sign or an opening of some kind of clarity.

And I got an answer, but I think I have forgotten how to be a friend. I don't know how to be someones best friend. I guess I need to rest that on faith as well.

Just gonna have to wait it out.

her.

I know that I am supposed to be used to things like this but I could tell by the look on her face that she had enough.

I guess weirdness is something I can deal with, when it's real. The hippies who have handle bar mustaches and attach fake monkey tails to their cargos. His friend is wearing a lady bug hat complete with antennas. Everyone here told me that they were a gypsy. Gypsy: a caravan of gypsies: Romany, Rom, traveler, nomad, rover, roamer, wanderer. I wonder where they came from. I think I know their apartment, its off of canyon. It has hardwood floors smells like cooked vegetables. I believe them if just for a minute. I dont think what I feel is precise. But I guess I don't know what the point is of being this off color person. She looks over at them, tired and unimpressed, I can tell she is on the verge of throwing all of her little bits of paper into the air and crying enormously hot tears. Focus takes the wheel. I am going to miss her.

Bossy directions given through a mouth full of smoke.

The Sisters Heart

heaving wolves inside of a jewelry box

by your bed, your ears bent like girlish

Chinese feet, so you can get them closer to the wall

and you stop and see your sihouette, it might sell you out to survival

when you live with giants your body language changes

but her life is still not free of violent verbs and forgetful nouns

speak for you

she lets down her hair/layered like spiral cut ham

and her mothers silk scarves hold you from the edge

they smell like her neck and the famished rural pipelines/white and full

and in that moment you asked why/we had her alone/spread like hot glass in the wind

and the moon put its face to the sun

pulled all the airplanes out of the sky and cried for your sister who had

one weak heart and two great heads hovering above the house

I can still hear her head

sending out solar flares

I resurfaced and burned

the sheets glowing red, then bursting

the moon cried, chewing on scrap metal

spewing oil.

bye.

listening to tupac while saying goodbye to the old computer. There have been an awful lot of goodbyes this year.

-e

The First.

An introduction of sorts.

After 23 long years in Boulder Colorado I am moving to New Orleans on June 1st. If you would like to hear ramblings about cajun food, hysterical home sick fits, horrible grammar, bad ass poetry and what it would be like to wake up on the Mississippi river please feel free to follow my blog.

As a challenge to myself, I am going to be trying to post once a day. Even if it's nothing really, I am going to try and post something. I will post about Popeye's Chicken. Everyone loves fried chicken, especially said chicken that cannot be had in the north west. You can be jealous.

Please feel free to comment or e-mail me if you want to chat.