i crawl

life is crawling sometimes

crawl to your next

fork in the road

pausing, your yellow feathers

or tentacles

or whatever

feeling the breeze

sniffing for clues

north wind blows

too much scent away,

away from this moment

and from where you came from

leaving you blank,

and odourless

hamburger stew

it tastes like how

mom used to make it

keith green record blaring

dark out already

6 pm

waiting by the window

and the fern

in my prized

yellow & blue

rutland voodoos

hand-me-down

t-shirt

trying too hard either way

i'll be

your colour for today

let me wash over you

hide you in translucence

carry you like i'm the water

you're the raft

i'll be

a rat in your river

a rowboat 'round the bend

crash into my weather

wear words for protection

from my wind

way underneath

disappear

under layers of clothing

layers of make-up

and hair dye

and trinkets

trinkets

i tie

around my wrists and

neck and fingers

and ankles.

deep down

way underneath

sit in the shelter

of my

woman-made cocoon.

rhetorical Q.

i was a scent-hound

in my past life,

alert to clues

carried by the wind

i was a gypsy once -

crystal ball,

colourful scarf,

creating illusions

where did i really

come from.

who am i.

l&b

strong links have

kept me here

a clasp is on my leg

my body floats

above

while one part still remains

i wanna loose the grip

but i can't find the key

i'll float here for a while

grounded only by

life and breathing

3.

is there still time?

how do i account

for these unwritten

passages

marking my existence

maybe there is no

room left for

accounting

all this figuring and

frugalness

has left me numb

on ice, thaw me

2.

something

opened

clicked

and poured

the me in me awakened

tossing with rambling

pieces of pictures

this sleepless inspiration

muse