point and very blank was she

hendrix in chalk on J street

What happens when you try and live in the moment

and learn to let the immediate past go

like ashes 

thrown to sea

through air? 

Sometimes it's gonna be salty

the residue

other times it's gonna be so blunt to the taste you might curl up in a ball

i might throw the palms of my hands 

into the fucking wall

And the paint starts to melt 

in the heat 

Just the two of us

expression mutual 

out on the handlebars of our hate 

distribution route

Right. There's no denying it

there's no whisking the dirty truth off your baby button down now, girl

you gotta getta 

hard 

unseeded 

lifeless force field

and sadly

not let the self 

she so embraced 

once

out

Into that space so sacred

that circle

you said

And the dreadful life inside there? 

I mean, what happens next? 

like every half hour

some sea change comes over our atmosphere...

the ghosts pick up on the darkest secrets 

Accept it

as is

learn to restore the wholesome love

we establish

no one can 

no one can

no one can take that away

i love you
         you love me

point and so very blank 

was she
see