it smelled like the early days of summer when i left my apartment this morning. it smelled like anticipation and t-shirts. it smelled like cut green grass and salt water. it smelled like saying 'i am ready'.

i am ready.

it's 8:30 feels like 7:30 feels like i should be sleeping feels like i should always be sleeping feels like i'm perma tired perma tired for all the right reasons ahhh...

it's 8:30 feels like 6:30 feels like 5:30 sunday morning the arch of my back tucked quietly in the fold of your hips ahhh...

it's 8:30 feels like 7:30 gettin' coffee down the hatch open my throat like a little bird tweet tweet the curve of your throat i noticed it over dinner and it caused distraction to the task at hand... tofu ahhh...

it's 8:30 feels like 8:30 feels like 8:30 tomorrow night/tomorrow/tomorrow holds a question mark tomorrow holds a question mark trying to reconnect with the question mark is like reconnecting with a death defying creature something other than or not quite of this world the question mark

it's 8:30 again a differant day a differant day feels like 8:30 feels like 8:30 tonight when we've moved into exclamation point exclamation point move me into exclamation point

ahhh.

free float/this is the longest yard/won't be home til' 10/what do i look like? a super hero???/nah/um/

the sherry blossoms are out/don't think i have nothin' profound/could smell them when the air warms down/they smell sweet like sherry/cherry/merry me?



oops.


apparently i'm carol dodge now/not hodge/they spelled my name wrong/on her thong/my mouth rose in song/this poem is so wrong

i need an image
a blank screen doesn't serve me swell

i need an image
a rhetoric, a metaphor, a smile

i need an image
something otherwise made visable
a passage of luminous rays
you to me
like an optical counterpart
my mate

i need an image
a substitute for vegetable matter
an air tight and weighty bouncy ball/ no/ so much bigger than a beach ball
swirling/whirling/ dirvish

provide me with an image
ecstatic observances
look on it
look for it

Vena Cavae

shit. what can we even say?? hunkering in for a good ole' R.J. entry/ hold tight.

romeo and juliet?

nah.

i want to talk about Valentines Day and the expansion of the heart, i want to talk about being under the covers with Cat Power and by your own hand(s) made books that blow my mind, i want to talk about my 3 day office work week and my new stereo, i want to talk about television scenes and the oh! so elusive combination of lens and light, i want to talk about the need to not talk about anything/ anything at all please, i want to talk about this persistant lack of sleep or should we say/ this willing suspension of bodily function/ i want to talk about this new project/ but i/ but i/ but i/ nope. i want to talk about rice krispies, flying particles of wood/peat/coal and other organic material/ i want to talk about the conditioning of time and being fucking petrified/ like wood/ i want to talk about Valentines Day and the expansion of the heart cause the other night when i was alone it felt like it was going to burst right out of my chest
rythmically
contracting

the tubular heart of an earthworm
or
notre dame
striking in its gothic architecture
the heart of paris
and as a flying buttress
i move

some thoughts on cat litter...

i find it really annoying that the front of my 'enviro friendly, made out of 100% organic materials, SAFE-FLUSHING, non-odor, your cats will love it' cat litter is basically the WORST litter i have ever used!! the worst! my bum is starting to itch and its getting in between my paws. i even made a horrible pee mess on purpose last night to see if my mom would get the point. she didn't. she just yelled at me and told me to 'walk it off'! so i did. i walked it off alright. right off on her new book that she's reading! and then of course i had to do the scratchy thing which tore a little hole in the cover of the book... ITS THE SMALLEST HOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!! its not like its gonna change the story or anything! geesh. and then she told me that i should get a job and stop sleeping all day blahblahblahdeblahblah. whatever. she said she's gonna sue the litter people for false advertising.

yeah.

she's at work now.

i think i'll sleep on her brand new pillows.


meow.


~bobbi

P.S. i hate that stupid sleeping thing down there. i don't know why she thinks its so cute??!! ugh. so undignified.

I'm Up!!!! I'm Up!!! Sleepy Puppy...

i adore this commercial. its super hot. watch it!