I am leaving all these descriptive words at the foot of your door...

and I am gonna walk out into the chaotic swoop of no one in particulars swinging arms and running feet and hard breath and get swept up just how you love to watch me go...

yup... all out there and fearless and always smiling towards you.

It is how I make you and me happy I suppose.

sending love to strangers

I prayed a good chunk of the way home.
Telling the stranger who had just died... to not be afraid of the bright lights and loud noises...
that his days of being addicted to drugs were over and he would never have to come that way again if he so chose. I told him that all of his illusions will be revealed to him now and that it was up to him to decide which illusions he would want to continue with and which illusions he could let go of. I prayed and sang to him and us.... tad yate gate gate para gate para sum gate bodhi svaha.

proceed proceed proceed beyond... be embodied in enlightenment.

A crying boy on the other end of a line... finds the body.
"He is frozen stiff" "He's blue"
I can hear the panic in his voice from the other end of the line.
He waits for the advice of his father to come...
what he finds on the other end was what it was.

Parritta Parritta Parritta

"Stay and protect me"

"I want to"

and my genes prickle and apologize. prickle and apologize. me too me too.

so I know its all true... Mr.
and while I wasnt so sure about why I was standing there right then... Im clear now.

cant shake it

woke up to the sound of birds again

and soft breathing

and tree muted light

and there it was again.

"name me" it whispered.

but I refused and rolled over.

name yourself I thought.

I had awoken numerous times only to find it

sitting there... waiting.

I resented it. 

there has to come a day... when one awakes

and what is there is ready for you...

knows what it is and is able

to tell you with out you having to wonder.

if I name you... then you really do not exist

and I am more alone here than I care to imagine.

the next time I awoke the room was empty.

It had left.

there were no birds or breath or light

and when the filter tore open

and the lens panned out... from the periphery it walked back through the door.

it had come back and placed itself in my hand

and in my hand was the name.

the name that beetles it way through the annals of time

to deliver the final fatal blow I had been waiting for all these years.
o love

my name is no one

sleep dancing

sleep dancing

I had barely gotten away from the spaceman
when I met the time traveler

and leaning against the door jamb when the degrees for sleep and awake are blurred...
a horror dragged across my mind.


Another year could drive its nail in
to nowheresville and pin me next to nothing.

I met a very lucky man i would think to myself later.

It is best to be free here I thought.

how some escape becomes too important and I miss the point

but if you would be so kind as to point the laser here

I am pretty sure I can dance myself through this long sleep

and escape the point all together.