turning

I've passed this before,

 a few times now over and over and I've put up a new painting and we sat facing each other on two dirty white chairs. but I can't seem to stop turning this same corner.

Summer Vintaspiration

(mostly from Wildfox and Tomboystyle.)

we came to California
to forget about the long flat roads
and smoke ridden chimneys. here are sunbathed
steering wheels, and sticky door handles
leading to the upstairs apartment.
I know what pine trees do.
I touch them with finger tips
I know fresh water lakes.
I've shedded clothes for them
I know no teeth and obese mouths.
How to not get lost in the superstore
and you know superstars. red, white and tan legs.
Joints rolled in palm trees and sweaty palms.
high tight and sprouted buns.
you pick up bomb shells on salty shores
put them in pails.
Meanwhile, there is still a milky glow
under my clothes
and a scar from here to here.
you are a star.
I am the air.

Bell Tower

I am a cat on a hot tin roof.
I am in my bed sheets til' noon.
I wear Dreams like bells.
and make up cat names to
lounge about in.
We meet three times a day
When you climb the stairs
And I swing against the black night
I sing against the pale pink morning.

Whoa. Rosemarie Fiore

Probably the most creative thing I have ever seen.
Using Firework residue to paint?
And a waffle iron for the last one..
BRILLIANT

These moments feel like fur.
When the moon keeps me awake
and I'm always in these situations
like when I squeezed a lime down
your back and the pulp stuck
to your ass.
But there is no connection there..
just the lack of sleep

Bye Bye Buddy