This time I am not wet. I am cold and naked and nearly wet.
My bones are as dry as bones alone.
There is a wet warmth to my heart, however, opening like it is now. Creeping in with the thoughts wet with darkness and tenderness entwined.
I have an aversion to water at these times; in my mouth, surrounding me. I don’t want anything affecting me—anything that might ruin the perfect silence.

I stubbed my toe, worst ever. After, there was a numbing calm on the floor. Like after writhing. After crying all the tears. After asking why enough times to accept the dull hum in the skull afterwards.
This is how nice the quiet dry feeling is, and how much I want it to stay.
I am so very much not like the wet when I was up to my elbows in roses. When I reclined there, reading Neruda, snug between your thighs and cheek. This is the poem I had not dared read till now, one of the ones I selected to skip in the bath.


-If You Forget Me-

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten
…
(Pablo Neruda)

driving at night new Years eve. 7 miles of boulders into a Mexican canyon. Every tire forward is a footstep. 1 tire...other tire...back left...back right. After years of desert undergrounds, I never got to offroad quite like this. It just turned 2007 20 minutes ago. I now need glasses to see accross what is a dark lake to us in the middle of the road. Giants rock face at the other end. "Dispacio." Hey! it says "OK" (arrow pointing). The ol' Sloop (PooP) john Bessie crosses. Over 2 feet deep. Muffler gets a wash. On LEFT is steeprock face embankment. my van has wet wheels and 4 cylinders, but my love is true.
Oasis found
my morning is in the view from our hotspring.

My usual stance. I'll miss the fuck outta my Northwest tribes and familys, nobody grows em as good as y'all. Fucking strong sexy ass motherfuckn women, damnit!!! But Che and I'll be at Robodock festival, Amstrerdamn and Berlin for sure. End of September. So any words of wisdom appreciated about that(I know Flaming Lotus Girls went last year, etc.), or other asides abouit what's going on in Europe this time of year or places to stay/check out, etc. BACK to the Man...someone lypsynch some Cody Chessnut on the Diva stage for me, tell SpaceFaerys to get interdimmensional, no one get arrested, don't get your truck stuck in the mud, and please make sure the Vita girls cause trouble and rock out. and So, to that here's my homage nonetheless...
(from 4th of July)

My van is totaly rocking and I love to rock out in it often. My old man totaly rocks too. He teaches me about electricity. The Russians we've taken in for the summer are absolutely lovely and resolved to keep our hilly cabin the most wonderful home by the sea.
This is a photo of Dirty Paper Shirley w/ Chef Che in my van on the way back, stopping at pyramid lake. We just got back from the Nevada desert for the 4th and am so in love with that bleak expanse I could just shoot myself, especially after all that terribly wonderful target practice.
It's so freaking gorgeous outside I could just scream. I will never never get out from under digital paperwork. I think it's time that cops stop pulling me over. They just add to my paperwork and court dates. I have now removed the palm scale and bones hanging from my rearview mirror. I also removed all bumper stickers months ago. I think they can smell me, especially when I'm on the rag. Do u think that cops are freaks? It's like when you're in a room and u can smell another freak 200yards around the block. If cops are just another brick in the wall, then it goes to say they must be built like a brick house.