you don't want to do it
- take a white hot brand to your heart -

different initials
it hardly matters

you know how it will feel
that this won't be the last time either

when you're ready
go for the center
in one movement

press in, hold
cry out

and drag away
to singe-close
as many paths to the heart
as you can bear

different initials
it hardly matters

by Spring
you won't feel a thing

Dreamland Comin On...

Not that I wasn't dreaming, but lately ... Holy moly!  A bit overwhelming.  Too much to write down though I hate to lose them.  Visitations and Lessons.  Empires and Waterways.  Love and Psychological Stresses.  Car Wrecks, Alcohol, Innocence Lost and Fragile Memorabilia Found.  Andrea there more than usual -witnessing Em (on the stairs), our mutual lost weekend, the hotel next to the old house where _____ has been vacationing with various women.  Feelings of jealousy and betrayal.  Fire next to the bed. Ice on the road. That damn guy who is always in front of the studio staring at me, a neighbor in last nights dream. Go aWAY already!  Kirk and his terrible wedge-shaped studio in which he was spray-painting and puncturing flammable cans.  Me telling Andrea she looked like Kate Moss now.  I find beer cans, empty them as she surfaces.  She grabs one and I realize she's not sober as I thought she was. The police are coming again.  I had forgotten they had come just the night before when we were all partying like mad.  Hmm.  A lot of nightmares, I guess.  It's okay.  I'm liking the brain activity but find myself swimming through it much of the day. Just locked my keys in the car after someone asked me for money.  "I don't have any!" slam.  fuck. 

tomorrow will be a better day.
generally all is well.

now night class.