suckie upside down in his mouth, and looking to big for him
bobbing up in down with the rhythm of his suck.
smile in his eyes all in time when he looks at me
how lucky could i be, that fleeting second i
need to remember more.

i want to promise that i wont forget
but i know now better
to not
in case
hopes firmly tossed
fall back remembered
a love not lost

searching of self
even when not looking
in particular
notice of finds
with an odd surprise

oh bliss
a miss
of what wants in me
i grab to unknowns
but yet not quite
too scared of if
of what perhaps.
oh loads up on me
around my mind
wary
of a maybe
hiding better than left behind

i wonder what happened

to my little bursts of

pretty

even for the icky

that happen when i write

have they gone away

is it my

not write so much

have i wasted it on other stupid endevors

to blur my time

brainless computer time?

must be

we'll see

i hear them~

trying to creep to me again

i guess

just waiting for a moment to appear

jump in

to jump out

spit between words

into the stream

or at least a trickle

waiting for a river

that flows

from that dam between poops

..hear comes another

and i unfortunately mean the poop

allz good

when acknowledge the poop flow

from my stinky household to yours

...may it not get on your fingers

i hate the winter
cause my butter gets to hard to spread
i hate the summer
cause it melts all over the place
especially dont like when it separates
i hate the spring and fall
cause i dont appriciate how perfect the butter was
till winter

wishings of wellness
wisperings of white-hued wisdom
wisps of willows
a day full of soft w's
water and gentle wind

constantly changing
developing
ghosts of ourselves
who we once were
are
could be.

this template in motion
seeking mirrors to myself
reading the dimples of his whole hearted laugh
his smiles rescue me
bring me back
keeping me here

cypris steals my toast
and gives me back the crusts
i know i am an ol' mommy
cause i graciously recieve them
and eat em up...

comfort in coffee
cause it is cozy full of cream
safely sweet
cuddle warm
coating me
a momentary shield
rescuing me from it all

i dont wanna

i am a little tired
and a wee bit worn out
but most of that is cause
i have an illness called
dont feel like it.
shuffle over the clutter
turn up my nose at the sink
bypass the vacuum cleaner
and sit as i hope
for that little fairy
the one with the dustmop
spic n span in her hair
a bucket full of mundane cures
for all that ales this
lazy little girl
with a flick of her anti dust
right down to the pillow fluff
from the house i leave
to enter it gleam
and wonder where the hell i am