she is benediction
she is addicted to thee
she is the root connection
she is connecting with he
here I go and I don’t know why
I fell so ceaselessly
could it be he’s taking over me…
I’m dancing barefoot
heading for a spin
some strange music draws me in
makes me come on like some heroin/e
she is sublimation
she is the essence of thee
she is concentrating on
he, who is chosen by she
here I go and I don’t know why
I spin so ceaselessly,
could it be he’s taking over me…
she is re-creation
she, intoxicated by thee
she has the slow sensation that
he is levitating with she …
here I go and I don’t know why,
I spin so ceaselessly,
‘til I lose my sense of gravity…
(oh god I fell for you…)
the plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face
the mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself
grave visitations
what is it that calls to us?
why must we pray screaming?
why must not death be redefined?
we shut our eyes we stretch out our arms
and whirl on a pane of glass
an afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree
the hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women.
Rest in peace. Today has been the shittiest. My Uncle Fred, my dad’s oldest brother, passed away at 78. He broke his hip last week, had a stroke during surgery, and went downhill from there. All happened very fast. The first of my father’s siblings to pass. He was a sweet man not that I saw him often, but when I did, he always remembered. Always very sweet. The worst part about all of this is that his son passed away two weeks ago from cancer at 49. So his daughters and family lost not one but two people in less than a month’s span. Very heartbreaking. When these things happen, I can’t help but think of how I never see this side of my family unless someone dies! It’s so ridiculous and sad. Big families are like that I guess. I can also blame my father for a lot of the “great divide” between all of us.
And now Steve Jobs passes, on top of the crazy shooter in Cupertino who is still at large. wtf!!!!!! Cupertino is having the worst day…and what’s even weirder is that this shooting started at a landmark place for me growing up. This quarry is a place we would all meet up at to drink and smoke and be teens - a place that we would pretend was anything else than a cement quarry. I will always remember watching the trucks drive in and out of there, the graffiti at the spot we used to drink, and the armored man at the gate….obviously, this had to have been an inside job before I even knew the employee was the suspect. SIGH.
