jupitersterrain four

Saturday 19 March 2022
word jam : mothers milk
its like getting mothers milk
empathy sympathy and compassion
are all different things
magic is found
in the depths of loneliness
i thought about making a film with someone
i feel dizzy and sick now
i feel quite ill
there were a few cameos
and i keep being drawn back to this film
i saw years ago on telly
kind of a consensual
he said he'd do cabbage
and i totally loved that idea
its where i started off
thats not where it ended
i went right back to when i cheated on someone
30 years ago
clue - yous are trying to be alpha males
its a very good book though
i hope people will read it
what if there is no left and right any more
im getting the image of a bow and arrow
if i pull back far enough
there is more chance that an arrow of love
will fly from my heart
i asked him if we could go in a car
and we got stuck
and all the priests turned around
its art for arts sake
n im pushed for time
make it a quick one
i am turned inside out
to paint is to speak another language
a scorpions tail gust
an aura of light
im scared of dogs
but i like the idea
teach me how to like em
while you give it a hammering
i cant get out because of the storm
n we're smokin '
the pressure in my heart and chest
as the pain rips toward my head

Saturday 6 April 2019
word jam : tree hugging
another one
where we were hugging strangers
looking into their eyes
n saying that i love you
n i been to all kinds of groups
tree hugging to conflict circles
encounter groups, pow wows
n trauma role play
the smell of his sweat
after eating ginger
young n lean, i fell hard
these feelings
thundering in my chest
nothing wrong he said
are you saying you're a real female ?
just giving love
Fox is a master of black magic they said
n i was hooked for 10 years
n a part of me still is
still holds a mystery
i still carry a small backpack
ready to bolt
the crisp snow
falling on the leaves
the stillness so romantic
n this is romance
not the chocolates and flowers
just eating a piece of snow
chilled to the bone
in his cold kitchen
smell of basil tea
and dog piss
some strange cleaning fluid
and the love potion
dreamy , drifting away
n these were my formative years
i don't want to do it he said
then ill be just like all the rest of them
like a baby bird he said
feeding me with his finger
then someone you love
more than anything
bam right on the forehead