post election blues

you can find beauty 

anywhere

even in a swamp 

holdin on for dear life 

by a vine thick 

as a rope in the sand 

quick 

desperate

breath of life quivers 

like a candle wick 

afire ... 

lit

#katyamills

ultra

the violet 

halfway between blue and invisible

became violent 

attacking an otherwise

nondescript wavelength

with a volley of purple multiphasic

rain

our rocks

developed button fly star

kicks

what a bloody

mess

#katyamills

world full of plastic

The greens are alive and you know, only turn red when you're not looking. red is a just a mask for how they really feel. blue. in a world full of plastic, you would be too.

Journal #04.15.15

The earth still looks a healthy shade of blue from space. My depression, a healthy blue. All it does is stop me from inane exercises like calculating my taxes. You cannot take nothing from nothing much, without getting much in return. A healthy blue. Meaning I could tap into the wind chimes in the dead of night when even the air begins to shift about, uncomfortably. The grey cat sits like a statue, staring effortlessly at nothing. This town will go nowhere, slow. This is what I like about it. The city of trees. There is only one known city to have so many trees. Paris. How delicious to have both cities in the same breath. What a wealthy contrast. Sacramento is but a small production among the musings of an absinthe drinker in Paris. And I but an understudy to the lead.

KatYa's chemex Peruvian roast

I saw an old friend. We met at a diner for breakfast. It has been about a decade. His beard is turning silver in places. Looks distinguished. All I could do was smile. What memories we conjured together, from Mississippi to Chicago to New Hampshire to Ohio and back. The young and the reckless. He told me how he decided I had gone crazy, when we talked a few years ago. We laughed. I almost laughed myself under the table. I believe listening to the Reds broadcasts in Cincinatti kept him sane all these years. Nothing like my rosy blues. I wished him safe travels down to Santa Cruz, and gave him a copy of my novella in exchange for three albums he cut on CD. Oso Negro. Not sure who got a better deal. Probably both of us. I saw Pete Rose sliding headfirst into second base, without regard to anyone or anything, just pure fire ripping cherry red into royal blues. Fuckin-A! righteous!

Royal-cherry-Blue.

blue. isolated

the blue
  of the blue
    bird

was
 taken!

no

 gave
 the blue bird gave
 its blue

gave it away
to the sky

so can you

give your blue
to the
sky

so can
i

blue

will you
give us a sign
some simple
design?

give us blue
prints

will you
bury our digits
in the sand?

wash away anything
everything
bland

tell us
we're okay
in gale force winds



releasing
our sins to thin
air

thicken the roux
make us whole
like wheat flour

will you
help us flower
too?

can you
add a dimension
to memory?

enlightening
all what we
 know

what we
knew?

please

give us a sign
some concrete

design

print us
in dresses inordinate

excessive and
dreamy and
relevant

blue

April fools

April fools are on the scene
6am in limousines

groping backseat blues
and rhythm

texting
tits and ass
amass

April fools are shooting dope
in Midwest Mexi
trafficked trade

April fools are found all blue
a point made
heart stopped
too

April fools out from march
madness streaking
naked
   into streets

crowdsourced clockwork
orange and green

April fools
on the scene

(you won't stop) loving me

my threads got tattered cuffs
i'm arrested in my motion
my voice got a cynical
growl
my clothes laundered
colorless
like the ocean

my angles rounded out
my deeps now shallow
what was wet is now dry
my blues tepid
against the blues
 of sky

and you
you
my love
why you won't
i will never understand

you
why you won't stop
i will never

you my love
loving me
me

god
i thank you