when left
dead alone they
also found a world
they never
known
#katyamills
the light keep coming the sound
keep coming the rain keep coming
you kept coming and i
keep pushing
away #katyamills
divergent they
struck out for the mall
together one tall the other
small and half of age. hot
topix for the septum rings
frames of glasses realigned
to catch detail in starry
jewelers bling. finally they
hearts got pierced
and without tears without
the long and hard
adieu they understood
they were about the
same
#katyamills
nine lives nine
years on the street
momma brought them home
searching for they
name. she brushed
they heavy soft and storied
coat around they
long and emerald
eyes
#katyamills
almond based
double pane ice
cream insulation
central heat
and air. the balcony
the silence. not being known
in any particular sense
here a scribbler may
do they best
work
#katyamills
two story
high the imagination
roams the cream
walls french vanilla
sky. entresol the cats
survey the new lands
from a cardboard
box we have
somehow
arrived
#katyamills
i moved away
saw the news the very
next day he was
gone. one of my guys
night shift 7/11
got killed got
shot for some
change
god bless your
family god
rest your very
soul
#katyamills
the second month
ice cold turned
twenty one suns
one and twenty years
into the so-called twenty
first century and none
of the calculations
had any great significance when
they tuned the Romans
and the clerics
out
#katyamills
there there
dry your eyes
the darkness drains from the sky
see how you were so certain?
so terrified
the thoughts how they
lied
#katyamills
they would not let machines
take from life
the mystery
the work
that made them
honest
#katyamills
they found her
still alive they loved her
they promised
hi def pixels for eyes
cold brew coffee for drive
she prayed for a vertically
integrated chassis they
dubbed her
cassis
#katyamills
they never stopped
scrubbing one could see
their reflection in the silver
nothing else. imagine centuries
passing that off 4
reality
#katyamills
the dissonance caused by all
the off notes touched a hundred
thousand hearts who turned
the radio up and swore
someone finally got them
#katyamills
weightless the body
in flight. carbon monoxide
swell of heat
spun up so light the strange
sound of brakes so late
they cheat
staring down they
fall in the winter off the
wall of metal
sheets
#katyamills
Katya Mills rated a book liked it | |
Our antiprotagonist gets progressively mired in her chosen selfish sedentary life for a year. Like a life experiment with a careless interest in self-transformation, in NYC, 1999. She lies to her psychiatrist about her use of prescriptions for no apparent reason, as the psychiatrist has no moral or ethical compass to begin with, just a professional hiding behind a lot of jargon and bullshit. Ever met anyone like that? The character closest to real is her best friend Reva yet she is the most annoying and pathetic of them all. Materialistic. Superficial. Zero self-worth. Dependent on guys who use her. They both are. Maybe this is why they are friends. I liked the book, laughed a lot. Some very funny one liners. But not as much as Eileen. Maybe the main character was too sad and jaded. A product of her environment. Maybe it came too close to how life can feel in 21st century America when it's at its worst. When you give up and are rich enough not to have any responsibilities, and you care but not really. |
i saw visions
a porsche turning circles in the snow
a man pissing on a brick wall barrows
wheeled over hay early
dawn
i got chills
a headache
the light hurt my eyes i saw
visions as the melody
sorted out the
birds
#katyamills
chevelle on the lift
hydraulics
turtles in a fish tank swimming endlessly toward
a rusty cogwheel tangential to the universe
the phone
far less riveting
full of the world tapped the skull
instead they read
a book
#katyamills
the misnomer the slip the drunken
tattoo the shaved head the misaligned
teeth of reactionary fists. leave us the faux pas
to combat these dull and senseless
perfections #katyamills
soap bubbles for eyes text bubbles
for tongue corn syrup stomach
marijuana cig stuck to sandpaper
lips. the screens
crack and pop and whistle
words march across the tape it's twenty
twenty one
wash and stand up
to the sun
#katyamills
the sea surged the sky
a charcoal gray against which
a ghost from the sub system's
incendiary furnace
materialized of sublimated metals
chromium iron cobalt
to lead the wretched
super state from
the predetermined
fate
#katyamills
they wore out
fabrics to allay the troubling
times one of rayon one
of tested yarn and rope
one of pheasant fur and birch one
of hope they
wore out welcomes
made of clay
quilted cloak
of sunless days they
smiled the sad
goodbyes
#katyamills
pushing through a friday
cabbage and coffee grounds
span of paperwork cuts of dark
chocolate. don't know how don't know
why i cannot stop loving
you
#katyamills
affixed to a rail they
pushed for the sky until the helium wore off
they hovered between heaven
and earth. the kids cut them free
wrapped them round
the wrists filled them full of water
watch them break upon
the sodden conspiracy laden
heads
#katyamills
down on the luck they
came upon a forgotten
patch in the city. they
felt sorta useless alike they
made a sudden pact they
excavated and grew a
goddamn tree for the whole
goddamn world
to see
#katyamills
given 1 day off 2 books
3 shots of ristretto
4 scratchers fanned out over a 5 mile road
sunrise kiss and a phone call i could
turn 48 forever
#katyamills