wishes dreams wishes dreams wishes dreams wishes dreams

I dream of fancy dresses
laughing still
tall ceilings
a path through the woods
wide wooden stairs to the beach
fresh fruit
arms to melt in

Of summer

you shift
into lovely music
trail fading emeralds and cocaine leopards
...
I snag you raw
at snake games in white rooms
smashed windows
like babies afraid of color
...
these leopards are animal proud
sexy quick astral masters
of jungle nights, frozen
dramas in the cameras eye
blink...ocean rush..down rest on us
the pads of our eyes
...
Sleep
to sleep
to sleep inside ballets
to sleep in landscapes
on painted doors, icy windows
...
Great morning of plan zoo
we gather to break bars
crush cages, down streaked
like the mandrill's stare, we free
eaters of meat of the city plazas
...
I fade
into your vibes
we skate fifth avenue
on its frozen fear
(you can make sunrise
incredible brain surf!
It happens! savage bubbles)
...
Breath trees
huddled dreams for soft trees
kitten bellies flow
ear to ear
where long hair lay
...
That's another
city dream on waking with
your gypsy eyes
uncombed with
your ankles raised
like flags

earliest memory

My favorite/earliest memory is of my mom when she came home from the hospital with my little brother. My sister and I were waiting all night in our “onesie” pajamas for our new sibling to arrive. When we heard the car pull in we ran to the kitchen. I can remember the counters towering over our heads. That’s the smallest I can ever remember being. My mother walked in the door, followed by a cold burst of winter air and her fresh scent. That scent that even still dances around her. My sister and I were jumping around-laughing. I can feel my self smiling that grin so big. I was too young then to know the feeling, but I had missed her. She came in smiling-my brother wrapped in a blanket. I peered into the bundle on my tip toes and looked in his eyes. Then hugged her. Hugged my beautiful mother in a cold black coat.

damn I want a Jean Jacket

polaroids

Good Lord I've been wanting to scan these for years.

Fool in me

"I must learn to love the fool in me--the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool." -- Theodore I. Rubin, MD