It was humid out tonight hot breeze breathing down my neck like the first minutes in a sauna, sweat not yet beading Zen like, waiting faithfully for the drop, permission to melt -- Into a puddle I needed movement to get the welling lump out of my throat Clear my mind A light stroll around the neighborhood, perfect fit Well, better than holding that secret indoors Surrounded by walls Suffocating Frantically shaking in a strait jacket Might as well consider another brand
I hadn’t noticed before, the sky seemed different tonight, already deep into 7 pm mixed media weapon -- backdrop in vaporwave, Blended blue, lilac sky with a pink moon Moody pastel dreams on a 90s clean color way Minimal highway abstract expressions conjuring Rothko -- A friend once said, ‘Anyone can do this...’ ‘Well ma’am did you though?’ People... and places
Twitchy, glitchy techno color California retro -- Two words that bind depths of impossibility to me Nuance in shades of grey
Not exactly beautiful, simply hanging low and full Luminal Moon – almost copper My eyes linger, comforting in its ominous way
I've made a promise to send off the old, And bring in the new
Inexplicably exhausted from bracing against luna waves
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 