Showing posts with label whole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label whole. Show all posts

Sunday, 31 January 2021

the second recipro.city

how unusual to give the attention 
undivided like an orange like 
a planet like the wheels that drive an engine 
in this our post-industrial society
specialization so refined the mouth 
has no relation to the belly

#katyamills

Thursday, 20 April 2017

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

Wednesday, 13 July 2016

love. recklessly

Love your life
recklessly
like a spire 
in the air

past some meddlin 
point of 
despair

like you 
don'even 
care
Love yourself 
in the morning
all scraggled your hair
yawnin before coffee
and meds
kickin in

Love your life
 at night 
when you 
can'even 
see

 in haystacks
    drunken alleys 
and trees
 wall to wall
rolling wheels 
of cheese

 second 
to loving
no'one else

   dreamin
haunted
up to no good 
at all

in mirrors
fancy clothes
long halls

in waders
rising up
jumpers
the fish

on your
 knees

Love your life
in cups
straight up 
with no chaser
bent stemming cherries
an shaken
an stirred

collapsed 
like umbrellas

When it rains outside
the mayhem 
behind locked doors
open but screened
walled up within
thirstin for light
dreamin of pinups
and ticker tape 
parades

pregnant with life
in floods and capris
glasses and ice flashes
in the sun

rooftop flashing
the sky for a 
sign


KatYa ©2016

Sunday, 24 January 2016

embracing your feedback loop parfait

There are days here and there where i really don't care for myself, i mean, who i've become and what life has put me through does not appeal to any old romantic self imaginings. Thinking about it won't change anything. All i can do is push on and try and kick ass today. Then i can feel good about myself. I wish you all the best, also, in embracing all of who you are, including the part of you that might be reclusive, antisocial, stubborn, emotional, scared, especially scared, lazy, unfriendly sometimes, even downright stupid or mean. So long as you go back and try to mend any harms. To yourself may you be a friend today. Push on and kick ass into tomorrow.