your no comments

i'm writing to you
yes i'm writing to you

and your no post a comment
and your no post a comment
and your no post a comment
and your no post a comment
and you post no comments

and I'm writing to you
and i'm writing to you
and i'm writing to you
and i'm writing to you
and i'm writing to you.
and your no post a comment

yes i'm lousy
yes i'm lousy
yes i'm lousy
yes i'm lousy
yes i'm lousy

and you are the writer
and you are the writer
and you are the writer

but you'll comment to them
and you'll comment to them
you comment to them


fed up
fed up
fed up
fed up


and they all comment
and they all comment
and they all comment
and they all comment
and they all comment

and they get it
all of them get it
and i get that they get it
and you get that i get it

and your no post a comment

follow up visit

who stepped on you and cut you with poison

hungry cry baby nurses on the last pocket of gland

wetting itself

gushing heart held high

eat it

coo

nurse your autonomy

but nurse nurse nurse

drink all cuddle glass in the mouth broken pins

to watch

watch it then strychnine coma

fur and noise under magnifying glass curls up shrink, poof, gone,

sun another!

I handed you

re edit, paste, bake, cough, hate

what a lovely kitty

and they're all like you

shell hard reptile roses

sweet pretty roses spit

each and every one identical in empty eyes

reptile brain hose

all must eat

each other not

crusty plankton by the ton does not fill

touching it now withers

I want for you

is what happened when she was 12

but never will

want for you shmuffin

off road wet blueberry dough still burning ash

it must be time

shit I'm late

in order

what can it come to mean?

who is not really it and the face is lost

it can't be true if when he was who he was,

then was not who he was, was who she did so not see,

and she so did not, and she said it and insisted so, on and on,

look away and she did it again, said it to a stranger

why must they be right -when due- looked best?

arrivaled, luggaged, smile on time

the rhyming sweating metal text

it hurts my teeth

fungal tell, body language lying cream enbombed

all fastenered, buckles, wrinkle leather straps and visa

I waited for my dream

in line with others

in order

prick pointy kissing

it's on baby

fish smellish green and muscle chemicals togethered

not fuck

and then a drop of blood

welcome a doily wrapped in soiled piss

or welcome

dragon

Last week I moved my work space out of the living room and into a small room on the 2nd floor of our house. Today I'm clearing stuff out and setting it all up so I can work up here. I'm very happy to have a private space again. I was in the living room and could never do any work because of needing to keep things tidy and hidden too, I draw boobs and stuff, for some privacy. It wasn't working at all. Now it's better and I'm looking forward to getting going again more on my own terms. It's necessary but, I didn't see it. It's a good change. Need to find a job too. It cost us a lot for me to focus on art so long.

Paula loves the new living room. She hangs out there with her laptop, writing and surfing, and she smiles a lot more.