Tudor City Therapy 04/3/99

04/03/99

A pit of nothingness,
caught in my throat..

A peach seed grows,
inside me.

Upside Down.

White roots peeking out from behind my white teeth.

Brown branches straining against the wall of my stomac.

Me.

A bloated corpse pulsing with life

When I am still,
so very very still.

I can feel  tentacles of God  brushing against my skin
searching for suction cups to connect me with a  landing party that waits,

(tentative).

To dock and pump life into my bloody veins until I am one with God.

If only for a moment
If only for now.

To dock and pump life into my veins.

If only for a moment
If only for now.

MLK JR: Quote of the day

Coles Notes:

Let no one bring you down so

low that you hate them.

Original text:

Let no one pull you down so low

as to hate them.

What the Computer knows

The computers cannot deal with the exception  to the rule.

Artists are exceptions to the rule.

Everyone is an artist