The Weak of wanting #4

I do not care for time.
I care only for forever.
If there is a forever
and nothing is forever
than there is nothing
than nothing is the only infinite.

Thank God.
We have Nothing to worry about.

The Weak of wanting #3

Because I am not dead:

Every day I will sing.
If my voice is shy,
I will write.
If my pen has no ink,
I will dance.
Every day I will dance.
If nothing moves me
or if I am too dizzy,
I will make a picture.
If I have no canvas, no paints, or no brushes,
I will go outside.
Everyday I will go outside.
I will make a bouquet of wild flowers.
I will work in the garden.
I will sit.
I will breath.
I will bake bread.
I will read.

Because I am not dead.
I will sing.

The Weak of wanting #2

I bought myself an orchid today
But I have not sat… still
And I miss my mister… still
I must remember to smile at mirror.
Money is numbers invented and pretended.
Let’s take a boat to a place with no name.

The Weak of wanting #1

(From a dream, someone reads this to me)

Death to the Father.
Death to fear.
Write “Heart”
Heart, Heart,
Heart, Heart,
Heart, Heart, Heart,
five times,
and a list to commit.

The Weak of wanting

A weak of wanting.
Of searching under every inch of magazine and wood floor studio and itchy skin.
Of separation from skin – from body touching crevice and round of body.
For Muse. For Muse.
I let the dreams tell me.
I cannot hunt her down with a gun and a net – I cannot cage her with such anger.
I must lay down.
I must, with heavy drunken eyes give over to the letters in lanterns, like moths and night.