all is well, tired as hell

something from last summer. live in the desert, it was like 45C outside this day.



Pink Carnations for a Baby Bird


i let you die today,
too busy
about my world.

a choice, a chance,
ahead of now.
you lie screaming for help

fuzzy, fluffy ball of down,
squealing silently upward,
pink and glossy,
in the morning sun,

just beyond grasp,
behind my shield of glass,
i am allowed to watch you die,
in my busy world.

i walk away
and forget you
as oven breath
chokes.

now quiet and bent
in the silent hot wind
dried from the inside
frozen in gasp

i stand
wondering…

Super Bowl!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-pULH2Ljos

Are the Saints even in the Superbowl?

A Monk perspective.

Having fun with a jewish carpenter, yeah, like for realz! Artsy dude who might just understand Biting My Nails and?

Horney Human High

What is it about being alive that makes you want to get some? And is that so wrong? We have all these damn nerve endings, whose plan was that?!! Then we're thrust (yes, I said thrust) into this world of complicated "other beings that want some too."

Hey WAY need to know this, who knows the rules on where to put the . [period] in relation to a quote at the end of a sentence? REALLY need to know, any resources?

So, besides that rant, think I'm going to get a firepit in next couple. And what's even moore amazing, think I'm actually going to USE it. Like often. You know how I am prone to tossing a couple of logs on the barbeque and huddling around calling that a fire? Well, they actually make these things that are not only decorative (and lower to the patio ceiling!) and have a place for you plate or glass yet they have a place for logs that burn in the center, way cool. All for less than $200. Probably have to rip the roof off the Stang to get it home, but man, that will be cool. What's worse, I even saw the one I want, and if you know me at all you know that it is already in my backyard glowing and crackling delightfully. But I am trying to be patient... ughhhh!!!

So a rainy day poem (call me B if you think too depressing, actually feeling good and dumping all "stuff" feels ten times better. Did I tell you that I'm writing a book? Guess what it's called? Yep! Got the TM applied for and searching, hopefully I will get it):

Rainy desert,
weeping soul
dangles a red thread
of art fancy.
Greens perked and swollen
hanging glazed
against a radiant gray.
Plastic blues
and reds jazz false pleasure.

Biting My Nails
coated again in blood
fleshy and unreal
yet me
there
NOW.

Exposed
Aluminum tree against my window
tickling
as time ticks on
animal path so clear
guitar on wall
addiction on call
to jump so fall!
or soar, sore and open.
birds on wire chatter dog's admire
walking in the rain
smiling umbrella.

Nuf dat!

Time to make that dinner out of those ingrediments [sic] above and feed my NY bound photographer her veggie-mite dinar

Did I mention that I replaced my swag lamp over piano with an old beat up tarnished copper thing from Goodwill? It's twisted a bit, so I figure it's a perfect fit. Looks really good if you squint!

Loves All,
Moxie Rose

Spent the Day on Art

Plan to do more of that this year.

Saw Juno in AM, watched Charlie Rose and Oprah, a day well spent on soul intake, and finished hippie kitchen and made progress on books plus wrote. All as planned and so fully fabulous.

Dark side? No sit ups or walk, back hurting bad wearing one of those heat pads. Laptop on bed no bueno of a twisted sit posit, need to rectify ASAP! Back on table station tonight, much better for writing and scrambling emails.

And pics are cool yet poems are cooler, SO DEAL YOU!

besides dealing with bluetooth and blackberry and a desktop with that and a laptop with this, not to mention the new iTouch iPod, k, bragging about my free stuff, burden of plenty, yes! Trying to get these things to communicate is almost as bad as people communicating, or exactly the same really. And where do I fit in?

Pretty much stumbling thru another glorious day wanting more... more what tho?


Curtain dance,
in False breeze,
glory wrapped,
in colors pink
& gold
art unfold.
secret told.
future behold!


Stir-fry time, then sleep, then my work as a Scientist, not nearly as fun as my work as a writer, eh?

Let's see what happens next!

Mox

Hey, Back Sick & Happy!

I think I have that thing where the stuff eats your body parts, like rhinovirus, or hantavirus, the rat droppings killer disease, or even maybe, with a substantially higher calculatable probability, a cold. Looks like I'm possibly gonna live so found some more music for 2008.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYqnpFU8aUQ

Have no idea what 311 is about at this point, 2 albums on order, so gonna find out.

Also love this guy/group the dude on the piano, never saw him before, wow, funny what you think and what you see! :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHNs10emgEc


Dog groomed, no more orange head for her nor me, she looks more like a forelorned deer. And pic adding seems to be mui elusive.??

Mox out.
Smooches, y'all.

sometimes all you b

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1U4zbdn1e0