Eclectic Vulgarity & Verbal Stunts...
I wake up at 5:30 to a nudging, and I'm not budging... It goes like this... Stop it! I'm awake and if you do it again I'll give you a fudging! If my head stays horizontal I drift away again...teetering between this world and that "I know how you breathe when you're sleep...wake up!" I think it's nice that he pays attention.
As I twist and writhe out of sleep, sometimes I think of things that make me weep...
As I sit on the edge of the bed, otherworldly, unordinary things swirl in my head. Demon seed and angel wings. Wishes and luck, and terrible scenes. There's a woman in the kitchen and it ain't me. Men who appreciate beauty are a rare breed.
I'm standing in the shadow of a streetlight post. Thinking of the side of a mountain, where this city sunrise is coming up and I watch. One side of the sky swathed in pink orange rays, rocks that turn warm under my foot. The moon is full and pregnant this morning behind me in the dark side of the sky, drooping over Sacramento like, as if it missed Hallows Eve completely and decided to linger and wait until now. It brings heavy calm feelings in my psyche, in turns. There's something behind, beyond what we see, what we feel physically. Just like being charmed, I don't like to acknowledge these things except for in the back of my head. Just the knowing is enough. No need to elaborate. Power.
As I twist and writhe out of sleep, sometimes I think of things that make me weep...
As I sit on the edge of the bed, otherworldly, unordinary things swirl in my head. Demon seed and angel wings. Wishes and luck, and terrible scenes. There's a woman in the kitchen and it ain't me. Men who appreciate beauty are a rare breed.
I'm standing in the shadow of a streetlight post. Thinking of the side of a mountain, where this city sunrise is coming up and I watch. One side of the sky swathed in pink orange rays, rocks that turn warm under my foot. The moon is full and pregnant this morning behind me in the dark side of the sky, drooping over Sacramento like, as if it missed Hallows Eve completely and decided to linger and wait until now. It brings heavy calm feelings in my psyche, in turns. There's something behind, beyond what we see, what we feel physically. Just like being charmed, I don't like to acknowledge these things except for in the back of my head. Just the knowing is enough. No need to elaborate. Power.
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