Sunday, March 29, 2015

3.29.15


and i wld be so loaded

was so happy having finished making the tarot
deck, the myriad blessings, i thot, omg i love that boy,
i thot it as i walked toward the kitchen, headed to
the bathroom instead, to brush off my smile,
i was that sad. after all we are so happy and
i am so much in love.

i told us i wldnt love you and anyway i dont have
the capacity for love even if its magic.
and my mind looped and like always i did not take
one of the green pills like i was ought.

loopdee i thot how you kissed every centimeter of
my neck so slowly, raising the hairs on my body
like waves of the orange grass we saw took you several
minits to make it to my shoulder blade you bit
down and entered me again, already, i thot? and
hells yeah. loop it up.

i thot how bright your goddamned face when we
stood still at them palisades while each sound
culminated and every shade of dark and light danced
about us and you asked whether i felt like i was high.

i thot how u think heartbreak is impending.
how i just innately know u dont see other girls
but you have twice asked if i see another man.
magic is possible if there is little discrepancy
between a man and his work, if he is in cahoots with
nature and the gods hugging the curves keeping in
mind the universe in earnest eager to glean. it is said
in magic he must be wary of the spoken word. he must
be in awe, revere all life. sustain and fortify happiness.
act in accord with what the world says. he must
learn to hear the world speak. however he cannot
presume magic will happen on demand like cable.
still, if a man expects magic it will be his.
not many do.

i realized i havent taken out the garbage. in fact i started
a cple new smaller bags rather than empty the actual bin.
also i have not taken walks on some days and sit
chainsmoking. i do not expect my magic to be waiting for me.
it will not be where it was when i decide to go back. but logic
is another spell to cast. i can tell myself he makes me
so happy in lieu of omg i love that boy. it means the same
and love is such a loaded word.

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