telekat #2017 songs

(we are) wall ball material

naked like ankles
bit by geese
scraped on thorns
bloodshot

our eyes

behind caked makeup an
low-grade petroleum
products
our scars

salvage yards

smoke trails
pic'n'pull
highways
bits of plastic
bits of plaster

bits of glass

we are
wall ball material
circa 1973

our water
steady boiling
ona stove
poached eggs

double-breasted
back-stabbings
on front street

the boardwalk vanishes 

in the fog
in the cloud

gas consumption
tele vacation
the coffee
sure is bitter
around here

for now
you made a friend
i made a friend
my gosh

you can do that
you see
young runaway
you did

GTL a novella 1.18.3

crisp like apples like childhood

i still like apples when they are crisp and cool and fresh, i like biting into them and the taste, it seems unlike life, which is a drag across the cold and hard face of a clock... when i catch an heirloom kinda apple in the palm of my hand it always fits, perfect like a baseball but better cause it's unprocessed, more like childhood when the skin needs no astringent and all the body is firm and thoughts are clear and waking up is fresh and new and motivation is natural and intention pure    - K

fragment

from a letter i wrote to someone i once loved
- KatYa

Mt Rose, 2016

"i love you. we've been through alot. i wont forget it.
all i can do now is just live through it with you. until maybe
i need to live through it without you? i dont know. its different
looking one day to the next."  (2011)