the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

recorded 21.6.18

Berlinisch solstice

Wouldn’t be complete without

Some black, clouds pissing

On us and pissing

Us off just enough so we’ll

Dance even harder!

Dance the pain away!

Stomp the brain switch, off the mind’s

Persistent pushing,

Our boundaries. No you

Are not entitled to my

Cunt nor my self worth!

Just in the nick of

Time, keeps dancing as do I.

|– We danced and missed the

Star sinking, and darling moon

Has floated up high

Before we emerged

Out of red embers, between

Anxious hips in bliss.

Before we emerged

Into new space, rhythm, each

Other in night air.

recorded 4.7.18

recorded 16.6.18