Friday, 8 March 2013

32-bit clerk in 16-thread scrubs

100% reconstituted
i am singular
organic

of unknown ethnic
origin. uncompromised 
inside a racial
divide

i am the anti
metaverse

i feel island

they wanna buy me
for 99 cents at the quikstop

this generation why
32-bit clerk in
16-thread scrubs

calling me out
off my platform
in the pink cloud
brigade

i radiate my
tertiary-processed
64-bit self-serve themed
limousine queen
ego state

they blister
lick and
sizzzzzle


#katyamills

Thursday, 7 March 2013

Resist your retina -i-


Every time
(and there were many times already)
i fell into the rapids
i dropped down sick
to hug my knees


I wanted these emotions coursing through me thrown off the stage like some talk show's next predator caught by the lie detector. Self-reflection was non-directive. Yet passive aggressive. The line of monosyllabic words might seem flat. Yet considered from many angles, provoked the eye like a solar eclipse. You could not resist your retina. You had to burn right into it, indelibly. And that was just the appetizer.

Entree:  seared solar rings
with a side of blind-eyed potatoes

Lick your memory clean
 for dessert

Wednesday, 6 March 2013

fuck around (a little light to your fright night)

Fuck around, live life high, live life clean, just do not live a lie!
Do not live a lie.

Fuck around,  a little light to you're fright night.
Add a little light to your life, by way of affirmations.
Let people see your aura and come close.
Give away the light.

Fuck around but do not live closed.
Stay away from the tunnel vision.
Steer your boat through the narrows.
But only out to open water.

Fuck around and do not dare to do less.
Do not dare.

Fuck around.
Live life high.
Live life clear.
Live life like life is you're lover.

Fuck around.
Get inside of it.
Do not go around.

Fuck around.
Take no shortcuts.
Take no prisoners.

Fuck around like you mean it.
You gotta want it.
You need it.

Fuck around.
Measure up.
Pound for pound.

Fuck around!
It's the only way!
Take it!
Flaunt it!

Fuck around!
It's okay to be who you are!
We need you authentic!
We need you, really real!

Fuck around, baby.
You know the truth!
There's only one life!

Fuck around and
Feel freedom
Right now!

Tuesday, 5 March 2013

Life come out tattered


Life comes out tattered
worn and worn on

Suffering like healing
will process through many reframes

Verses must be sacred
Heat must be acrid like earth

Future yet known....clearly foretold
Divine must come through
not just across

Source flows unfiltered, flows through me.
Flows to me like fluid the senses turn to stone.
like water poured through magazine folded up in glossy paper wave snow cone.

Molecules ceased to behave.
Etiquette got a tourniquet
but still bled out.

And life?
Life went on like usual
Juicy
like centrally banked
to the core
honeydew
apples

Monday, 4 March 2013

What Gives (dedicated to K+K)

Yesterday i was half.... today i am whole.... being with you babe made it so, you made me so. i was really sitting pretty on the front porch calling you. the immediate downcast when you did not call back made me soft. the stone under my behind chilled me cold like a front. i took down my guard and got my credit card, hit the atm for some retail therapy. pulled myself up a little taller on the sidewalks. i thirsted for you. you made me tremble. the chills ran up my legs and down my arms. so deep was the feeling. when you looked down at me from above; blurred out of my focus was the ceiling.

In my mind i remember so clear. Yesterday you were there. In my mind, you are here.  As i looked up, daydreaming of you, you tumbled away. I what the fucks up? why cannot i locate your dangerous self in the streets? when can we again roll comfortably between the sheets? the wave of your passion riding over me. the latest fashion you peeled away from me. the whole day long the music....you and me. And close to one another, we had another way to use it. To ask the kinds of questions you ask when you desire. in your eyes i witness fear and great excitement. Reflections of my own.

Stone to stone, we rocked the house. You rocked me over on the bed and fucked me pretty well... the ten minute tremor is how i could tell. i fade into your spirals, I drop into your pattern. The music of your soul, well, your music squares my saturn, my ruling planet of aquarius. fresh marked parameters. i love us all around. Up through our solar powered chakras. down the whole united states of soul. You make everything i bought into turn over. I am sold. you cost a lot less than holding. possession charge? i guess i'm guilty. the weight of evidence, ice cold. all the way down the block. you are the puppet in my sock.  i'm losing energy to the thoughts, without you i may be nothing. you come from the past and scramble my ass. bringing me to some progression on my knees. Our hearts in two beat out one  pattern so bold and true. a place where all choices get lost in the fold, the K-crew. some complicated simplicity, some droolin fools gold. im really wrapped up in your mystery. i love you.

Saturday, 2 March 2013

cobwebbed in corners (living life lavishly)

She was
Calmly pronounced a communist
She was
Only nineteen and reading Marx
She was
Crunching on Pringles
Turning to Engels

 She laughed so hard. sent into rare fits
 Taken 2 the ground. unable to breathe
 Circa 1986 (or seven). inverted hair weave

B4 girls finishing school
B4 armadas of treasuries
B4 living life leisurely
B4 living life lavishly

Her gf was
bending over and under oily cars, greasy pipes
frazzled cutting wires
cobwebbed and cornered
blackened by chimneys...

on break
smoking snipes

the only crack she was exposed to
was plumbers
the only oil they got on their hands
offshore drilling companies stock

the only wired they knew was
ten cups of coffee deep
 over morning newspapers
they often fell asleep

Shhh
dont mention the powder coke
hid behind a classy term
screened by smoke
like designer drug

Shhh!
keep the whole thing
under the oriental rug

matter of fact
keep your whole life
on the down low...

flattened in lines
patterned. deceptive
hieroglyphic designs

Only divining rods
can find us
Only symbols will
define us

Divination
our birthright
Deaf people
can sign us

Then when
we come out
to shine
all your shoes

the light
will be clear...
the choices
we choose

at the top
of our lungs
at the top
of the stairs
leading down
to our subway
we sing
the same songs
we sing

we sing blues


-  Katya W Mills 
03.02.2013
dedicated to KaliKila 


Thursday, 28 February 2013

giving a damn when you got no more damns to give



when i meditate on those i knew who went down hard and whom, after all the shock had been absorbed, by anyone who meant anything to them, ascended to the heights of recollection, i am filled with great sadness. when you boil it all down and the steam rises up, what's important in life is just giving a damn, decidedly, when you got no more damns to give.   #katyamills