Devil's Elbow Forest Foray

Marvel at remains of Bussman family resort.
Armadillo, possum, blair witch project, pissing in the dark, iphone navigating.
Old stone benches, broken rake. Is there a UFO above us
or is it just the spotlight from exotic dancing joint nearby?
Who traveled these roads. Each time we get near the car,
the flashlight makes the license plate look like a tv,
as if we came upon a scary run down house,
through another dimension, with a man in flannel
holding a shotgun. But no. Car is there, safety.
Old stone bridge. Train bridge. Wood dark and risky.
Imagine blood long enough and you'll lose it by a scrape.
Sky, river, reflection, bent tree. Three musketeers wrapper.
At home. Soil and sunflower. Hummingbird brought me
to 3 years old. Can't see its wings, like it's a tube of feathers,
and it floats.

letter to several

    Well ole chap will we ever leave the book grabbing behind? With so much potential on your bookshelf it's hard to feel down about your self. So that's the real reason, eh. And we have fault with self value, and we don't listen, we fence up, we take so many (of)fenses.

 
    But the undercurrent the song in the background the nursery chant you don't understand but damn well remembered: there is a message. That you, reader, (and you, self), are firm. God done took a whole vial of you and filled your body to the top with it. And there's nothing wrong with it. If i pass by you and your face transfixes to someone else, if you start to believe in the eyes that we the world don't need you, then come to house of the earth, the garden of your insides, lay down and know that the micro is the macro, you are Jupiter, Mars is my brother, the grass blade is the elephant. Is this true? Does it matter? Does it comfort? The orchestra wouldn't work without you.

    You do matter. "You're not your fuckin khakis. You're not how much you have in the bank." And thank the earth we are organic, good for ourselves, but first we have to be ourselves to be good.

not erase it?
for sake of pride..
sake of hiding?
one never screams with a scribble
might only be grabbed to steam with a scribe

water suddenly becomes solid when touched
would take 49 minutes drive 65  alaska to russia
take me longer to get to you, milwaukee
anyway me explain
last they saw of mary jane
about your way
find another place
to cough
a pisces
pardon

if you can
if you'd like

I travel by Meru

When I travel, I am not alone

My thoughts keep me company,

as they meander from topic

to topic, sometimes until I snap 

to attention upon realizing 

I've been daydreaming again.

How thoughts and feelings transition

from a subject to a person,

or to expand an idea is mysterious

and as ancient as it can get.

it's strange how my thinking can be

like watching train cars zip by,

with me being a bystander,

the one not in control in the engine room

I simply wait for the train to stop

so that I can board

Does mood influence thought?

Or is thought derived from the flow

of hormones that drift across the brain,

coating the synapses within the skull

only to overtake my rationale?

I often gaze at book titles, in silent awe

Supposing and observing how

thoughts become concrete, as they transition

into physical, printed words and pages

to touch, turn, and ponder upon.

Then the thoughts begin anew.

-Meru

Patterns

FACTS:

- Currently reading authors Zane, Emma Trelles, Phillip Jenks, and Brenda Cardenas.
- At Alterra Prospect. We are rebooting, we like when people tell lies. Cause we like to practice tone discernment.
- I am we way too much.
- There's a lot of fun you can have for free.

- Black panthers are melanistic leopards.
- You can write that novel!
- You can find that job!
- You can beat that depression, both psychological and physical.









SLOPPY LINES FOR THE FORTUNE COOKIE:

You know that friend who is in that band you saw? He will approach you tomorrow, offer you a back rub.

You are the most interesting brunette in the room.

The "r" in your last name will go missing tomorrow! Don't worry! It will come back in a week.

Your mother is beautiful and therefore so are you.

Pick up your dog and look into his eyes, because lately, he's feeling ignored.

A pane of glass will break when you meet a short fair stranger tonight. It's not a sign, it's a coincidence.

Bad Girls Club: New Orleans

bitch it's about to pop off how dare you throw cereal
in my bed or switch out my bleach with water trick
imma bleach your shit with your bleach imma
switch out your windex with lemonade see how
you like that huh? i swear i feel like imma go crazy
this bitch is fake dude i swear im sick of angie
we used to be friends but not anymore i can't
fake it im real she threw her drink on me
i knew it was meant to be thrown at me
she act like it's judi who she was aimin for
but that champagne got all on my hair
and my dress and everything
all i know is them bitches better watch
they back cause i don't play like that
and if they wanna suit up i got em cause
i make games all day.