26 September 2009


when i feel lonely i think
of when i was on the island
in the
indian ocean
at a picnic in the
foggy, gloomy mountains
surrounded by my friends
the germans, the brits, the spaniards, the locals...
we ate prosciutto and tortilla and cari poulet and sammoussas,

and all the spanish kids started singing the
'fresh prince of bel air'
theme in spanish

and i was reminded of how connected we all are in the world,
silly as it sounds...

19 September 2009

lucie bobs her hair

I will bob my hair, F Scott,
and you will
have nothing

say about it.

nightmares and weekend melodrama (please disregard)

Gives you nightmares.
As if the suburbs weren’t nightmare enough
I have dreams that men I am too good for
leave me
and some how
I get the short end of the stick.
I have dreams of falling into lakes
once covered with thick ice
Into the coldcoldcold water
and then I look for
my picture books.... I seriously dived back into the cold water for my memories. (inthedream)
And yet I still talk
with a translucent ghost
The professor who never was
never will be
who doesn’t have a clue...
I hold onto that stability like a life vest,
Ahhhhh nightmares
Such an archaic word
and still
in them
The world is all around (nohiding)
she is putting her life
up her nose
and there is me
And I try to expel my body
get everything away from me
I do it
in every dream
and in every reality.
it leaves me sick and tired...

07 September 2009


i will love the doctor

i will break the professor's heart

(when i'm ready)

05 September 2009

Ms. Trudaline

likes lemon cream
and tinned sardines
and movie screens

has a golden sheen
and a sneaky scheme
to make martin scream