Phuche

Langtang

RAIN DROPS

SUMMER WORK

bits you find on the ROAD

An evening when subai said, "I am ready to pass through any storm each day"

Where do I begin?
Where do I find?
And I can only blame myself
For all the spoken words
And the misunderstood terms

Swallowed by the energy
Hungry for some answers
Its immediate with blurry vision
Its desperation to reverse all the lines

I sit on the chair
And think real hard
This is for now
It comes like a storm
I cut myself open, hoping to find it all
I could cover the pages and write it all

This is a storm that passes
Could be every day
Could hit you hard
Its how you let it in
Ensued by the gentle wind
Together to make you forget and forgive

You have cut me open, put me on line
You have made me realise
The the simplest of task
Is to get misplaced, to take into the journey of finding.

WORLD CUP 2010

buzzz

plunging into one and then another

looking red, yellow or any other

infatuated with the molecules in the air

kissing infinitely with the buzz

to make honey that makes you love

moments

Lips sealed in the moment
Words get salvaged by saliva
Spitting out like bubbles
Exploding before becoming the vibrations of eardrums

Winding down the visual thoughts
Pressing down the lashes to get into the white light
Pulsating threads each tearing into details
Loosening? Am I loosening?

Unfastening the lips,seizing the white light
Truth this time is salvaging the saliva
Must be dreaming, but is awakening
Loosening? I am loosening

BE LIKE A RIVER, TRANSPARENT AND IN MOTION.

extensions

stories she told

you just might want

i like my body when it is with your by E. E. Cummings

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

YOU