mach.ines

they would not let machines

take from life 

the mystery

the work 

that made them

honest

#katyamills

peaches. subsumed

all the rest
made me only more tired

so i stopped sleepin

now im

trackin shadows
cross the wall 

while my ice cubes

wave water trails

into ginger ale

rattlin the cubes

against the glass

to remember you

the man above me 

looks off the wall into space
dreaming of life
with someone real

i am sunk into a couch

like buried treasure

all the gouramis gape at me

silent kissing

an air bubble
tough feelings to feel inside
more than i can handle 

i

rattle the cubes 

to remember you

another character
jumps off a page

into my heart

i wonder bout the man 

the life in two 

dimensions. how safe not having

a back to watch

not being real

how safe

how dry
how terrible

you cannot
lend a friend 

a hand or take a stand

brushed off 

like you are. canvassed

for meaning

pretty rendition

come into my heart!

lemme hold you there

make you real

i rattle the glass

and remember you

wax inwards

street sweep the cottons
real estate gets pricey
along the ear canal

listen
i need an extension 

of gratitude
outward. my ideals are almost met

almost

there is

there is
still time yet

Journal #05.27

I love you like ice melting pure off the icicle into my mouth underneath, you touch my tongue to speak and all through the week, what with the rolling hills of my expression unfenced and undivided, sprawling all out under your warm regard, you play the card, two of diamonds, which i draw into a hand of deuces and a pair of clubs... i fan myself with royalty on the way to a flush and with you is a rush, the slow developed connect as the sun moves over a screen porch to touch us on the other side and please sun, i don't want to be touched, i say, without my permission today, and i move around to your beside, you and your cadillac margarita and the salt on your tongue, mischief in your eyes... i see your hand, do you not realize... now i know if only i go to the kitchen bare-footed for the freezer trays of blue i crack for you, the cubes of ice so formed  i drop them into a highball, giving the cat and dog my love-flecked call, and etch my bones with your glassy possessive, and click on back in thin thin summer sandals to the underlying praise of the trees and lake, means and ways, where i drop a few cubes in your glass and one down the back of you shirt, yes, and next thing you know i got my flush to lay down by your bright and silver incredulous eyes, you with your hand of deuces... oh what a couple of fools, aces in love we made.