russian girls dig my poem

russian girls dig my poem. thank you russian girls.

Goodnight Cami

Recent Publications

There are Tiny Events

A Letter to the Chemist who invented sodium additives

Follow the call of your weak heart

Follow the call of your weak heart.

Let us stage love when everything else fails

Let us stage love

when everything else fails

intertwined super highway love songs

intertwined ~o~ super highway ~o~ love songs

mrs.dalloway is preening for motley crew

mrs.dalloway is preening for motley crew

run devil run from love

run

devil

run

from

love

i have a brain operation last summer

Zombies are dead

Zombies are alive

Zombies are living dead

Zombies are from outer space

Zombies are dreamers

Zombies are fun

Zombies walk among us

onions and layers

epidermis

dermis

subcutaneous

cake, courtesan, earthquakes and mangoes

cake, courtesan, earthquakes and mangoes

sometimes movements are meaningless without words

mud in my eyes never settle at the bottom

the sky as my sobering companion

the sun awaits me in a far away place

because i stared at the lampost i did not get anywhere

Shadow dancing with my eyes close

a wrinkle by the bridge

days like wine and drunk like daisies re-lived

recognition of old self before white haze

i will burn the right color for love

too many "x's" my "ex's" left me

last night i dreamed of spaceships

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Post Birthday Poem

celebrate the old bones
rustling softly against the pale skin
and the pink skin rubbing the cold sheets
the friction is electric and aging is electrifying
be electrified by being thirty five years alive
greet the sunny morning a reclining pose
and pet the swan in that capsized hips
ride the wave of that flabby stomach
drum the whale's belly and howl
like you are not going to be spit out.

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Be a captive
of everyday words
door, window, roof
walls, the four corners of the house
for here
the secrets of the closet are magnified.

Be captivated
by everyday dreams
school, job, family
and a poetry book on the bedside table
for life
though a mere breath
is a gust lapping the ocean waves.

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At the back of the door
the calendar stared
absently.