Thursday, April 15, 2004

relational ships.
standing my one side and staring deep into the mirror,
pretending your eyes are there looking back.
or nothingness even.
i sink into the comforter/comfort
in dark dark rooms to let my ideas develop.
memory pictures.
i'd rather soak in varying degrees of comatose
than be alive to experience the fringe i'm left on.
with.
at least while relazation kicks in and
wraps its kung fu leg around my unsuspecting-
well, ok, half-way suspecting-
self.
i relate to the ships, the way they swim around
in an endless sea, looking for safe docks
but get docked for staying too long.
i'm a rusty old canoe
with cobwebs.
and since you don't like spiders, i'll be sailing into
bathtubs of immature(amateur) photographers where i can
soak into more inky black wonders that don't include sea squids.

*bettie* at 9:48 AM