in the age of machines they foraged
for scraps fought for territory
the latest liquid cooled solar powered billboard
ridiculed them from the heavens
they silently protested black fridays
cyber mondays and the obsolescence
of thoughtfulness
#katyamills
i got pummeled by dreams
last night thrown into skirmishes
fought back but could not
stay on my feet. now its morning
and got to be ready sometimes
so tired from sleepin
#katyamills
with a breath to the top of the lungs
and a prayer from the bottoms
up they arose high
and headed in
#katyamills
in a sky swimming with currents
they held on to mom by fistfuls of cotton
seated on a giant slab begging alms under the palms
about to fall asleep when a set of shiny silver trumpets the angels did envy
heralded a monster rolling wheels big as they
themselves #katyamills
on a frozen detroit morning
the cars slosh by the department stores
window shopping heat on the racks
please help a boy cried out disconnected
from reality and though they raised him
they loved him they
didn't #katyamills
days of heavy rain
the dry old world turned
green our hearts yellow blue
then red. seeing you smile was a miracle
the desolate world teeming we crossed ourselves carelessly
skipping down jackets waxed halls
a stark freedom chased by
the principles the rules
made for proper
confetti
#katyamills
dyssed at a formal function
sad kinda suicidal ina river of thought chasm
wonderin what the fuck?
compositions on acid
dead show parking lots. organized isms
blue blockin the asms
save the copper attitude like a useless penny
for a rainy day
#katyamills
the one i hoped against hope to love in the starbound days took apart the sum of my words and selected from them a single choice, out of context, and left me, dissolute, with the remainder. i burned through nights, furiously attending my reduction. i did not rest until it was done. out in the street one dawn, shutting the door quietly behind, i carried the hearty broth to the needy #katyamills
no wonder good things live underground for once they see light so often they are trampled
#katyamills
the fields how they turn
from gold and fallow
lush. we let a yawn the crack of dawn
wrap ourselves in blankets
wool the usual layers
had no pull
we kept warm with dance and
song. you need not read a book
to know love needs no push
to grow
#katyamills
all the holiday ads
in all the holiday papers
could not put them
back together
the savings promised
future bank at the
coinstar
#katyamills
fog obscured the sun
the light drawn into water
photons strewn about in a diffuse haze
enfolding sky and land they
walked into the forest
never to return
#katyamills
hair tied back
they mix chemicals into buckets
with water with beats
distorting the sound slowing it down
hands and knees for you
mopping waxing dusting
on the ground for you conceptualizing
open the valves fire up the boilers
in the cold for you
smiling when the work is done they
disperse into the heights
leaving behind an unreal
shine #katyamills
in the in crowd
for the sum of years and days they
self-cancelled over crossed feelings
and forged identity
made a blood pact with the outsiders
to be fearlessly out
and about #katyamills
i threw the phone
against the cold soundless punishing
darkness. the city an ocean and when it got mad...
the faces pale gaunt dissociated
stress seared into the foreheads
no more! i stretched to my deepest limit
saw it break apart and dove in
after #katyamills
headlong
into your production
up at scratch every morning
intermittent flapping of eyelash
your ineffable ways
like the moon but not a phase
ina daze you amaze
every harvest
#katyamills
i remember you giving me eyes
outside Chicago your brothers
your sisters anyone who happened by
mom pushing meat
and potatoes. we took sides
off editorials in the Reader you
gave me eyes young and in trouble i
could not see i never wanted to hurt you
but i did #katyamills
big decisions...
given a choice between
vodka and cigarettes
and the touted new release
vinyl was far less
nutritious #katyamills
on a sunday predawn
the candles liquid the
street lights glowing orbs
in the fog i fought the bastards
in my sleep they set us back
turning hands like clocks
i summoned source
for the great escape into
consciousness
#katyamills
good luck with the supercilious attitude
your shocking entrance and exit
good luck with the shabby
coat of titles and flawless conceit
i love to walk the runway in eighties
thrift and taste my buttered fingertips
watching this rerun play out
#katyamills
twice i retreated to the mountains
awakened (28 years) downhearted
reconnected to the old truth i was dodging
i couldn't spark and turned to ash
again. then (forty years) i came out
aflame writing for fighting for my life
#katyamills
orange lights
black kicks
hot lies
dirty rivers
yellow eyes
subway entrances
blue thighs
scarred lips
red skies
#katyamills
internally pressured
to score
they squandered
all they had and went
without
#katyamills
the out and down
rather fuck off and get high
in the broke part of town
throw green glass
be with someone you know
or don't know don't matter
you feel about the same
watching sunlight move
rather spirited yet
empty #katyamills