soul mating season

soul mates are a farce
in fact the soul-mate is a truth
in fact the soul mate is a fictional reality one that rises up like steam through the actual reality

the soul mate represents an individual with as much idealisation as you have
how much you hold onto that idea how long you hold onto it
it falls away as you see it's foundation-less spring of wealth

there is no soul mate, no soul mate feelings, no counter part

love is contra intuitive
built on hard work and hard nails and hard dirt

these there so many riffled feather s with clotted blood underneath sticky and dried up and resinous as joints move past underneath cartilage an open space of movement
on the surface hurt face
quite a shock

no way

new moon free write

jesus the cat antique store opened yesterday for a few brief yellow moments yellow curtain. yellow starshine.
a delivery dose of yellow patience and dance machinery upon the tune to i dont know dont care

my mind a sliver of violet flame
and lavender rose quartz

we have in corner number one, all the mistakes youve ever held
a bird too tight in your hands

and in the corner to your left, a problem of sight

held in palm to the sun
the only move you need

a simple triangle


two fingers two thumbs

dear one know that i see that you are suffering and
i am here for you

so far away

a finger turned in the squishy jam of the center of your chest

that bone i press my lips up to
when you are asleep

so far away

a point in the furthest pocket

in the middle of my chest

which is marked
by the inverse distance to your heart
and i love you

stranger.