jowest on left out West … (so?) well, I took the land, like pests with no rest. The blessings of my mother’s nature, helped access my inner stride, in well accordance with heartbeat’s thump. What I am to tell you, I’m not quite sure the ending. I see it’s llght though. The next move, had to contemplate like Chess, move. The pale blush fingers of dawn new sky, I had to. Follow, the lawn. The great lawn. Did, and passed a fawn. Sipping […]
jowest on [9] mysterious fishies … float about in gupping world’s of unknown pink, Like sin without fins, Swimming at paces of a trillion blinks mysterious fishies … float about in
jowest on [8] hurricane … I know your disappointment, sweeping all your knowledge to test. repent, albeit. oh dear, hurricane …
jowest on [7] performance … a prosthetic worn, bound by colors and drapes of emotions, then born, potions.
jowest on [6] slacked activism … so you’re sitting there, pondering about creative solutions. Is this enough? are you serving your role? is it specific or of various hands? If so, how do you manage? If not, whats your role then? Ah, I see a weaver of threads, strands & vessels of immortality , training as a lab chemist exploring business & storytelling intending to practice across analog & digital mediums. I get it. So then, before then? Oh! during? I see […]
jowest on [6] slacked activism … so you’re sitting there, pondering about creative solutions. Is this enough? are you serving your role? is it specific or of various hands? If so, how do you manage? If not, whats your role then? Ah, I see a weaver of threads, strands & vessels of immortality , training as a lab chemist exploring business & storytelling intending to practice across analog & digital mediums. I get it. So then, before then? Oh! during? I see […]
jowest on [5] be too heavy … watching the news be too heavy. keeping a watchful eye from Trump be too heavy. Keeping a lighter disposition be too heavy. Keeping it sweet & apologetic be too heavy. Inquiring statuses of IRL friendships be too heavy . Then, a Transition , a Transfer & Transformation … Now Weaver of hair strands, fabrics & collaged experiments … albeit — be too heavy.
jowest on [5] be too heavy … watching the news be too heavy. keeping a watchful eye from Trump be too heavy. Keeping a lighter disposition be too heavy. Keeping it sweet & apologetic be too heavy. Inquiring statuses of IRL friendships be too heavy . Then, a Transition , a Transfer & Transformation … Now Weaver of hair strands, fabrics & collaged experiments … albeit — be too heavy.
jowest on [4] when you cradle … rocking back and forth, bobbing and swinging between the gallops of air, for a parachute of your claims caressing immortality. — when you cradle …
jowest on [3] daydreaming, stop … why do you dive, deep to the ultimate ends. ends of fibers extended from thy scalp. a scalp full of thoughts, recipricals, divided by inner most & dire thoughts of attentive solutions, oh the magnificient . daydreaming, stop …
jowest on [2] let me just tell you … all that i can tell you — some you’ll have to ask, thats – for sure. why? well, ever heard of peeling the onion, till you cry? let me just tell you ….
jowest on [1] there are such things … your patient whisper, a gentle breeze on the hairs of my throat. trickling desires onto my clavicles’ thin skin. my neck – swallows … heavy gulps, then eyes set — ( widened ) they blink and they flutter. pulsating chest, in collaboration with rhythmic pulls of gravity that holds onto the blue lines of my arms. air gaspings while in the zone, exchanging each other’s breath. a pretzeling collective of 4 arms, reminding one another of their […]
