We crossed paths after a few snowstorms
And my nerves screeched at the edge of a cliff.
I tugged at my turtle-head hood in an attempt to look good
And a whir of frosted air caked my burning ears.
We exchanged overlapping synonymous greetings,
Your spontaneous recognition and caught-up voice like needlepoint
Left a juicy blackberry stain on my tongue, and I keep licking its
Mystery bittersweet flavor. You fine-tuned your silvery signal
To target the seeds of my darkened pulps
And conduct a lightning strike.
***** minds think alike.

Green glass
but it's French
which makes it
verre vert.
The French should like that.
They appreciate
their jeux de mots.

Not a statue
of a man
but it could be.
Not a piece of art at all
except
I have made it so
by saying it is one.

Its qualities
are visual
and tactile at once
the material heavy
(over a kilo)
not so much transparent
as translucent
the colour
from under the sea
the surface curved
smooth
glossy
the shape functional
admirably suited for its purpose
its name
embossed on the back
(or the front?)
giving a clue.

L' ÉLECTRO VERRE
redundant insulator
from an overhead power cable
found object
(objet trouvé)
from the garden
of friends
in the Alpes-Maritimes.

This souvenir
potential paperweight
ornament
sculpture
is more than all of these.

Souvenir after all
is French for memory.

After a lot to negotiate
toing and froing
you exchanged your teeny heart
for my bag of 18-something stones

I carried it home in a hurry
much lighter than I expected
for what looked like a big cherry
it was shaking when I checked it
I worried at its odd little quivering
a bit timid and nervy
like a leaf blown from its tree
but happy to have a new owner in me

I nestled it carefully
in my mother's best white sheets
but was scared to see
it start to bleed quite a bit
not that it might die
but about what my mother would say
about the red in the laundry
and what she might tell her mother
if she got it back needing a doctor

I decided to pat it
with a towel to keep it dry
no even better
shower it each day
keep it a bit moist
sprinkle it with Eau de Toilette
every morning blow it a kiss
like having a sweet pet
to greet after I shave
I wanted to rub my hands with glee
but it needed treating with kid gloves
and exercised in carefree handling

but first I had to squeeze it
not hard in case it burst
just in the middle bit
around its plumped up waist
it felt soft and squidgy
and beat quite quickly
not like my stones

I wrapped it up in a cooler
using styrofoam
aluminium foil
and a brown paper bag...

Styrofoam is a good insulator
and will keep the love from oozing out
the aluminium foil is a heat reflector
and the paper bag  I am not sure about
but grocery stores offer them
to put your ice cream in
so it doesn't melt as fast

I had a meal of cheese on toast
then returned to check my box
your heart was not there to be seen
isolated in polystyrene
O dear I wished I'd cut a window
giving it room to see it grow

but then I spied you in the garden
painting stones to a wondrous glow
so lovely I traded back my carton
and your heart lit up inside for me

“20 ways to repurpose a light bulb”

It tells me I need to start with a good grip around the bulb,
give the solder point a twist and free the brass contact
from the wires leading to the filament. If I make it that far,
I have to break the insulator and pull the filament out
from there. Grabbing the fill tube, I need to empty out the bulb
and wipe it out to get it ready.

I guess I could channel my childhood and turn the bulb
into an aquarium—dropping a little bloodfin tetra in with
a sprig of sea-grass or even make one of three small hanging vases
to put on my wall in the kitchen. If I want to get crafty,
I have directions for a glass sculpture, a holiday ornament,
and seven different size centerpieces.
The real surprises on the list are the light bulb necklace
and the concrete molds for light bulb handles.

Here I am, 4 A.M. on a Saturday morning planted on the couch
peering at the screen through my Jim Bean bottle eyes
and all I see are ways to repurpose this broken bulb
for something new—something it should have never been—
and I wonder why I can’t just grab the oil and a wick and
turn it into what it always wanted to be.

On a night, eight years ago,
a woman's health, the British leader
and most of them in South America,
Earth and earth, space, sun and perfect love,
changed his wife, emperor of English.
"The Best Moon" - Jari MI - Its roots
are open today, strong oil. Although I look,
I thought: I like role, work, glass, clothes,
women, women and girls, games, ropes
and windows of Russell. My son, I feel
that insulin exploration, walking along
the coast and after a catastrophe, Jellyfish
is a shaman, a bruit, a born demon. There
was a mother who was sick in hospital:
Hit Williams in English, English, French,
French and Williams Williams
in Spanish
England and England, Tom and the
Id Casino: because they were inside
to the east
One night, eight years ago, women's health,
British leaders, and South American majority,
Earth and Earth, the universe, the sun
and perfect love changed his wife to a British consort.
"Best Moon" - MI Fingernail - Very strong tree now.
I watch, but I like Russell's roles, work, glasses,
clothes, women, women and children, games,
ropes and windows. My son, I was on the coast,
and after the accident, I think insulin exploration
is a shaman, a wine, a demon born. The mothers
who came to the hospital were British,
British and British English, French, French,
Williams Williams, and Williams were Tom
and Hawa Kosino. To the east one night
eight years ago, women's health, British leaders,
and the majority of South America,
Earth and earth, universe, sun and perfect love,
change, wife, British wife. "Best Moon" - MI Fingernell -
now a very strong tree. I watch,
but I like Russell's characters, work, glasses, clothes,
women, women and children, games, ropes,
and windows. My son, I'm on the coast
and after the accident, I think the insulin exploration
is Shamanic, wine, and demonic.
The mothers who came to the hospital
were British, British and British English,
French, French, Williams Williams,
and Williams Tom and Havas Casino. To the east

One night, eight years ago, the health of women,
British leaders and South Americans; Earth and Earth,
World, Sun and Love, Change, Woman,
British Consortium. "The Best Moon" - MI Fingernail -
Very Strong Wood. I watch, but I like Russell's roles,
work, glasses, clothes, women, children and women,
games, ropes and windows. My son, I was on the shore
and the insulin exploration after the accident
is a shaman,
wines born of the demons. British, British
and British English, French, French, Williams
Williams and Williams Tom and Hwa Cosino
arrived at the hospital. On Easter Day, eight years ago,
women's health, British leaders
and the majority of South America;
Earth and earth, World, sun and love,
change, female, British woman. "The Best Moon" -
MI Fingernell - is now a very strong tree.
I watch, but I like Russell's characters,
work, glasses, clothes, women, children
and women, games, ropes and windows.
My son, on the shore and after the accident,
the insulin exploration, Shamanism,
wine and ***. The British, British
and British English, French, French,
Williams Williams and Williams T
homas and Hawas Casino arrived
at the hospital. In the East; One night,
eight years ago, the health of women leaders,
British and South American, Earth and Earth,
The World, Sun and Love, Change, Women,
United Kingdom. The "best moon" -
MI fingers - very wood. I watch,
but I like the roles of Russell, work, glasses,
clothes, women, children and women,
ropes and windows. My son, on the shore
and the insulator, after the accident
was a chocolate-derived alcoholic.
English, English, and English, English,
French, Williams, Williams, William,
Tommy and Hakanco Sino have come to the hospital.
In the eighth year, the health of women,
British leaders, and most of South America.
Earth and Earth, the sun, and love, *** change,
"The Best Lunar" -Mi F. Neilhel -
Now is a very great tree. I watch,
but I like dressmakers, work, glasses, clothes,
women, children and women, belts and windows.
My son was on the riverbank and,
after this accident, the insulin research
'was immune to alcohol and ***.
England, England, England and England,
France, France, William William William,
Thomas Thomas and the *****
from the Casino
arrived at the hospital. In the east

While this is going on, it happened, the salvation of the English,
after eight years, Africa, and South America, Earth
and all land in the world, and I love the Women in the United States.
"It's good" for peace, NY 1000 - the most exciting. To me, the work
of his clothes, and the women and the little children, and yet I see
the women beholden to the cords of Philosophy's window.
Came to pass after my son, alcohol as the rock, and having lost his
'prescription'. English, English, English, English, Spanish,
Williams, Williams, William Francis and Hakan Koshino hospital.
Within eight years, women, healthy,
and the leaders of Great Britain Southwest.
The world, the earth, the sun, love and ***,
"Sunday Best" - P. Nilhilo - and it was great fun.
I see, too, and robed in the garments of the goods:
but the house of the women, to the girl,
and the women, of their outlook. After
crossing river child is not an enforcement agency,
and *** marriages. England, Britain, Spain,
translated Johannes Julius William, Thomas,
Thomas & Hose Good were taken to the hospital.
The east side;but we see women who look
at the philosophical background. However, this happens -
the rescue of English-Afrikaans and South American years.
There are countries and countries in the world,
and I have women in the United States. "OK",
Peace, New York 1000 - the most exciting.
For me, my clothes, baby, and teenagers
work to find women who see philosophy.
He disappeared after the dogfish and his "definition".
English, English, English, English, Spanish, Williams,
Williams, William Francis and Hakan Koshino.
Eight years later, women in the south are healthy.
World, earth, sun, love and unity, "Good Week" - P. Nilillo -
and it's great. I also saw clothes in the bathroom:
the house of women, women and women, and their freedom.
As you cross the river, the baby is not a branch
of ****** sexuality. Britain, Britain, Spain,
John Julius William, Thomas, Thomas and Jose
Hud were taken to hospital. East side; However,
this happens - the English-African and South
American years
have escaped. There are countries and countries in the world,
I have women in America. "Okay", Peace, New York 1000 -
most exciting. My dress, infants, and teenagers help me
to find women who are philosophical. After Delphi and his "Definition",
he disappeared. English, English, English, English,
English, Spanish, Williams, Williams, William Francis,
Hackan Cosione. Eight years later, southern women
are women. World, earth, sun, love, unity, "good sun" -
p. Nilo - that's fine. I saw the clothes in the bathroom:
the home of the women of the women,
women, and women. When you have crossed the river,
the child's *** is not a branch. Britain, Britain,
Spain, John Julius William, Thomas, Thomas
and Jose Houd were admitted to a hospital.
Eastward; However, it happens - years African English
and fled to South America. There are countries
and countries in the world, I have women in America.
"Okay", Peace, New York 1000 - the most exciting.

The suit, babies and my girls help to find women
who are philosophical. After inserting her Diaphragm
and its definition,
it disappeared. English, English, English, English,
English, Spanish, Williams, Williams, William Francis,
Hackan Cosione. Eight years later, the southern women
are women. World, world, sunshine, love, unity,
"good sun" - p. Nilo - That's fine. I saw the clothes
in the bathroom in the home of the women, women
and women. When it crossed the river, gender
and child *** not branch. United Kingdom, Britain,
Spain, John Julius William, Thomas, Thomas
and Jose Houdini been admitted to a hospital in the East

my body is an
electron multiplying charge coupled device
and the burning photons
browning my skin
tinting my hair to an effortlessly highlighted hue
are absorbed
shooting out electrons
from the arching potential
running just under the surface
like my skin is some insulator
to protect other’s touch
so my electricity doesn’t
stop a beating heart
has my heart somehow turned into a generator?
pumping out electrons like
some sort of continuously accelerating
perpetual motion machine
i tremble
the noise from the signal emitted
static snaps in my hair
and imaginary wildfires dance forth
ripping and roaring in my head
the tinder of my thoughts
feeding their starved pallattes
and they need more and more
as the flames call to me and weep
the goddess of electrons
with voltage running through every vein
and amperes arching through arteries with the energy of my heart
the exception to the notion handed down by Newton
energy and matter are neither created nor destroyed

You envelop me
As if i'm a cup with a knocked off handle
i fit into Your velocity

Some unknown fingers stacked us into the same cabinet
The one used for the fancy kitchenware
The kind they would crack out when they want to impress

So i pray that they're not vapid as that
After all the greatest of virtues is depth
If they open this godforsaken shelf
They'll notice the flaws i carry on myself

Cracked rim and a missing grip
Damage that even self-love couldn't strip
Love is always more potent when coming from another heart
Porcelain is not as supple as a self-sustaining cat
That can lick the lumps of dirt from her wounded back apart

i heard that mangled cups go to waste
But i swear that i will tear through the trashbag and
Piece
By
Piece
Or shard
By
Shard
Crawl back between Your smooth curves
Your fingers on my face trace sharp swerves
The heat radiating from your nail beds
Soothes my vision of all possible reds

And i revel in your medicine
i desperately need to heal
Your ceramic skin is an effective insulator
The blisters i give You only urge your loving to grow greater

You don't seem to care that i don't have a handle to protect You from the scalding bitter tea
That washes up at my rim like the sea
No,You accept the imprint of my hellishly heated wounds onto You

Static electricity is an imbalance
of electric charges

If your words are so weightless
why is it so hard to let go?

maybe love is static electricity

a transfer
in hopes of striking a balance.

erratic exchange
back and forth
insults and compliments
good and bad

static electric charge is created
when two surfaces contact and separate,
and one of the surfaces
has a high resistance to electrical current*

you got more than you gave
******* insulator
contact and separate

contact
separate
you left me, a hot wire
waiting to explode
starving for peace

and your lies are rubber balloons
sticking to my cotton heart

cloth grown thin from trying to scrape past
the rough edges of broken promises

and the more I try to wipe the lies
to see them clearly
the more they cling to me.

Like poison
I feel myself dying slowly
you are killing me
without even touching me,
the hair on my arms rising
from the chill of what you've become

Are you familiar
That you are the chandelier
Of my mind
To enlighten the darkness
Of my dreary life
Are you familiar
That you are the insulator
Of my heat and cold
You're the orator
Of my principles and thoughts
Let me remind you
That you are my everything
Leaving you is not my cup of tea..

1 - Feel Nature
      Us, as humans, view ourselves as separate from nature. We think that we        
       bear any major differences from the grass that grows among us or the
       birds that fly above us. We view benign inclement weather as an
       unfortunate symptom of the world around us, something to be avoided.
       However, nature is deeply ingrained in our human spirit. We rely on it to
       live, eat and drink, and to sleep and awaken. Our involvement in nature
       is consequential as the animals we keep in zoos for amusement, the
       plants we farm for food, and the pests we evade and ****. Feel the nature
       and the life around you. Go into the woods and let the leaves, wind, and
       atmosphere consume you and replace your worldliness and doubts. Walk  
       under snow and rain and watch the water melt on you, see the water seep
       into the ground and join puddles and lakes before it evaporates and falls
       again. Sit at the shore of a lake and observe the algae drift with the
       water affected by the wind, everchanging and yet static. Bask in the
       Moon's forgiving light, watch how it monitors the stars and hides behind
       passing clouds, reluctant to reveal itself. Nature moves in seasons, just
       as we often do. As one condition of our natural surroundings leaves,
       somebody or something may enter our lives, separating one era from the
       last, creating a new essence for ourselves, until the weather changes
       once again and life's dynamic nature is confirmed. Welcome these
       changes with open arms and let the world lead you wherever it might
       take you. The sun, in affecting the environment we were born from, may
       evoke changes so great in us that we become as unrecognizable, as
       leaves change after autumn's cycle runs its course. If we don't let
       ourselves change, we will surely reach the same fate as a building built
       on sand after its creator refuses to acknowledge the changing nature of
       the tides.
2 - Respect Pain
       Change will always foster pain, as pain fosters change. Avoiding the
       pain of change simply means you are choosing the pain of staying
       stagnant. Trees do not avoid the winter coming, though the cold will
       surely make survival difficult. In preparation for the winter, as the days
       shorten and become colder, Trees will pump sap out of any pores in their
       wood, which will act as an insulator, protecting them from any
       temperatures they will not handle. However, they will also shed their
       own leaves, especially smaller and thinner ones, and let them fall in
       order to lose less water and energy. Do not run from the winter. Do not
       run from the freeze, and your losses and the sting of the cold air working
       against you. Keep yourself safe, and learn to go through life and operate
       normally under these new conditions. The pain will, someday leave,
       either through more change or familiarity. Life will be different, but
       alright nonetheless. Life will go on, with or without you, so working
       with the change and the pain it will bring is the only way to ensure you
       walk with life another day.
3 - Love
       No matter how many times it has burned you before, do not stray from
       love. Love is not purely romantic, it lives in every interaction we have in
       daily life. Showing love to somebody is not limited to what we do for
       somebody or how we act around somebody. Listen to the songs admired
       by people you love and feel their warmth in the sounds they've hung on
       to hundreds of times before. Love a piece of art by letting it deeply
       influence your own art, let the words and colors and sounds of the artists
       before you morph themselves into the art you create. Love your body by
       treating it as a temple where you, yourself, are the god. Love your own
       power by performing your skills to the best of their abilities. Love a
       deity you honor by dedicating pieces of your life both large and small to
       your worship. Love no longer performed is not love lost. This love is
       still easily felt by a warm memory, a preserved gift, or art created in its
       midst. Feel every piece of love you have as deeply and dramatically as
       possible. Love, often comes as a harbinger of pain. Love also often
       arises from the ashes of pain, providing a warmth that you may have
       lost. No matter what, love fuels every action we take, and without love,
       the cycles that run our lives would cease. If the sun no longer loved the
      earth, seasons would hold no power or rhythm. If the ocean lost its love
      for the land, life on the earth would quickly lose water, and be able to
      live no longer. An artist who loses their love of their craft is robbing
      learning and developing artists of gaining inspiration. A person who does
      not love life will quickly lose it.

Yesterday is no news
because
we've already wrapped our
chips in the headlines

no respect for the
'Times'
the police tell me,
well
it's a thundering good
insulator
inspector.