untitled

I gave a year to you
forgetting
infinity will outlive me

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letting go

tension falls
from my face
I feel the falling
release my mind
unclenching
my furrowed brow


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silence

Look to the right for the Hebrew poem:

אני לא רוצה לשיר

אני לא שומעת את השיר

אני רק רוצה שקט

היום

It sounds like:
Ani lo rotsa lasheer
Ani lo shoma'at ha sheer
Ani rak rotsa sheket
hayom

Translation:
I don't want to sing
I don't hear the song
I only want silence
today

sleepless nights...

What do I do
when sleep creeps in
haunting daylight
with its dreams?


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84 cents in my bank account
and falling
failing feels like
an empty account
revealing
nothing I've done

freedom

pressure pressing
my musical mind
picture-taking
making
memories
making
my focus
rigorous
making
my mind
ache

stop
i say
stop and sit

atop a cliff
side i close
my eyes
and breathe

and breathe
and sit

and open my eyes... to beauty

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tic toc

Tic Tic Tic
tock
the clock is running
idly by
my suddenly frantic
feelings
tic tic
so many lists
dealing with
resistances
in me
Practically manic
Feeling free
in finite chaos
full of
structure
punctured by my
toc
stress
blocked into
and through
decisions
precision bent
I’ll follow to
tic tic
and so I go
through the list
dot by dot
toc
dot by dot
tic
its getting closer
toc
to my departure
tic tic
make it stick
it counts
counting down
to frown and fly
away

my vagina speaks...

She went so deep
I came alive, dive in! I screamed
for more But she’s leaving and nothing,
no one could ever come as—closer
now I’m coming into you,
Someone new to touch my depths, the
sweet beats I cannot reach – I need
you now don’t stop – wait –
SAY SOMETHING, KELLEY, ANYTHING!
This fingering is coming to a close
as she grows closer and you’ll leave
me again unknown and unsatisfied,
say it you know it – you know what
I want – Let her blow your mind
into pleasure as she lowers her eyes
to connect with my lips – her lips –
my warmth – explosion
but your thinking is getting in the way –
Say what you need to say and let me
move into motion
Your notions of propriety are rioting
my senses and if she stops now I’ll
hurt you, your agitation ever-growing

But UUUUUGH!
She’s gone too. It’s only you, again.
YOU again! You’re the reason
every season grows cold – You’re
getting old and always lonely
and I’m sick of your fear,
frustrated and degraded by your
silence, screaming look at me!
Set me free!
But intimacy is not your calling –
You’re balling. And sitting on me.
Again.
Let it in! Let it in!
Maybe you can live without love
But I have needs and you
are the one who must come
first, So love them
and let them see
me. Please me, please!