Odd Thing #20

the soft tickling of a breath from a puppy's nose, huffing and puffing in your face.

Odd Thing #18

when its windy
quiet
hush
soft padding of a cat
slipping
into her hiding place
to wait out the on coming weather

thunder in the distance
the birds duck their heads
even the bravest of the brave retreat to their beds

odd thing # 17

everything 


angry spills of blotchy read ink
pouring out into the sink
my mother the sink
i the the glass
spilt over and draining
my past
she sits solemnly eating my attack
i scream with color and ruin her white face
alas

garbage disposal gurgling
trying to correct my splurging
resistance is
 my task
i spit into its churning knifes
sepereating once more
our lives

"you do not understand"
i focus on the task at hand
spilling my ink over
 the sand
soak it up, i dont want to hold it
my plan
when i have spilt
my last drop
burden is light and anger
stopped

Odd Thing #16

dance
muscles tighten
relax
strain
relax
sweat
gasp
muscles tense
and relax

in other words, dancing so hard i start to shake.

Odd thing#15

cry

hot tears

breathing, gasping

expelling all grief

drain yourself dry.

in other words. sometimes it just feels good to cry.

Odd thing# 14

Run

Cool brisk air slaps me in the face

Saying

Wake up

Running

It’s dark like dark chocolate on my tongue as I breathe

Swing my arms

Soar

Legs work against pounds of concrete

Feet slap against pavement making a beat for the birds to sing to

The sun rises slowly

I speed up

My legs burn with the sun

Then there is no more cool air

Only heat

And I sweat

Sticky

I want to stop

I breathe harder

My lungs laboring hard

My heart is slamming itself against the walls of my insides

Odd thing #13

Swing tap

Pulsating rhythms speak to me

Talent shines on the stage

I feel the beat in my bones

I Plunge into the music

I let my body melt into its essence

To be seized by its steady thrum 

i love the feeling of wanting to dance, not knowing what i can do then surprising myself as i make a move.