gem

imperial pints to touch

we brought
shared visions of our future
lot

chicago
summer burning
hot

long stretches behind typewriters
open facing books

fingerprints dusted in
ink backs up against
a kitchen sink

worked into a
gem

#katyamills
remix’97

enveloped in media glaze -ii

There i was
shoelaces untied
hair untied
falling down
unmade up

there i was again hoping
to be myself to
find my way out
of my act

waiting in long lines
making friends
either side of me
leaking subconscious
on a drowning day


there i was
a poached egg
trying to get back to scrambled
or even better

broken fresh over fried rice

there i was again
precise GPS unknown
unaccountable
no reservations at anyone's table
these holidays
Just the way I like it

visions of skaters
fat laces, boards and ink
All-Stars
just shining and breaking
out the dirt... a gem of a
friend


there we were hanging out, loitering
falling, receding....
gone

someone was trying to talk me out of something
who, i don't know. the law?
i don't care

ride a rail outta
nowhere