Saturday, 27 November 2021

the despair

the junky begs alms

under the palms 

washed out i once lived 

the despair

a little rhythm

a little sunshine

went a long way

you don't need 2 beg

2 get what you 



Friday, 26 November 2021

black friday

on black friday 

they found themselves discounted

hanging off the racks

another wild animal 

in line for an exchange

saved by the kindness

of a furlined coat


Thursday, 25 November 2021

world turned green

the dry old world turned green after days of heavy rain

they unlocked a little love stepped out of one desolate world

into another passing notes in secret

down the halls he leaned in she looked his way 

chasin day into night and night

into day   #katyamills

Wednesday, 24 November 2021

ode to banana

i punctuated my morning with 
a cheerful lemony comma
a receiver that cannot receive
a vessel 4 electrolytes 
demanding my attention 
symbol for art and inspiration
i got under its skin and it got under mine
forcing my pen automatically in
repetition of consonant
and vowel


Tuesday, 23 November 2021


feeling dys at formal function 

sad kinda suicidal ina river of thought

chasm wonderin what the fuck?

compositions on acid like dead show 

parking lots. organized isms

blue blockin the asms

give it all away save the copper

attitude like a useless penny for 

a rainy day  #katyamills

Monday, 22 November 2021

starbound days

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

Sunday, 21 November 2021


no wonder good things live underground for once they see light so often they are trampled 


Saturday, 20 November 2021


there nothing more

than the here and the now. drop all your memories

forget about the future and 

let's go


Friday, 19 November 2021


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


Thursday, 18 November 2021


all the holiday ads

in all the holiday papers

could not put them

back together

the savings promised

future bank at the



Wednesday, 17 November 2021


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  


Tuesday, 16 November 2021

thirty some

the threat was made the charges
stuck the kids were taken the awful
luck. what will it take to reunite?
will do almost anything the wrong
 to right and fight and fight and fight
and fight  #katyamills

Monday, 15 November 2021

the heights

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

Sunday, 14 November 2021

the out and about crowd

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

Saturday, 13 November 2021


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

Friday, 12 November 2021

american farm


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  


Thursday, 11 November 2021


tipping the scales toward 

creation in a world of 

destruction gives a spirit

thrills   #katyamills


pushed down

a thousand times

got up  

a thousand and 

one   #katyamills

Tuesday, 9 November 2021


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 

Monday, 8 November 2021

record store 1981

big decisions...

given a choice between

vodka and cigarettes

and the touted new release

vinyl was far less 

nutritious  #katyamills

Sunday, 7 November 2021

the night an hour lost

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



Saturday, 6 November 2021

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  


Friday, 5 November 2021


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   


Thursday, 4 November 2021

what i seen

orange lights

black kicks

hot lies

dirty rivers 

yellow eyes

subway entrances

blue thighs

scarred lips 

red skies


Wednesday, 3 November 2021

life of an addict

internally pressured 

to score 

they squandered

all they had and went



Tuesday, 2 November 2021

speak and therefore exist

i let the paper fall
scarred by a sudden memory
touch the silver lotus
with a laugh from no source i
ring the cup with a 
spoon. cat with no tail 
hidden in the hedge
by the rail i am talking
to myself to know i exist
the day will give a little
like cream softens coffee
she always got somethin 
to give


Monday, 1 November 2021

the sun shines everywhere

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