Everyone is a Piece of Banana Sometimes

#1
If people were doors
Then we were doors that were passionately flung wide
Open dancing doors with spirits more luminous than suns
Every door leading to a vast internal landscapes in which we played
We existed in multiple realities
I in you you in me together in we
Dancing together like colliding galaxies
What an awe inspiring display
Only big bangs were invited to this party
We exploded simultaneously to create our own universe
The collective radiance of so many efflorescing hearts
Split this girl wide open
Blowing her particles are so far apart
All she feels now is sacred spaces
The doors blew the doors inside her door wide open
And on the breeze that flows in only poems can be smelled
Look the sun is rising over the meadow
And the poe(tree)s are blooming

#2
I've heard it said
There are 3 ways to attain the Now

Meditation (fucking monkey mind)
Focusing (can you say ADHD)
And Laughter (do a-ble)

So to Everyone
You Are Fucking Hilarious
I could not stop laughing

A medicine that come from within
Like coughing up glitter

So good for you
Get it out
Get it out
Glitter covering us from head to toe
Now the Now is everywhere


#3
The Cody's

Just think about them...

Anna's Butt
I will give you a minute...

Kyala's high heels
In which she climbs mountains and trees

All of these are visual poems to see

#4
when they say go to your happy place
i know where I will go
every moment has it's own infinity
memories are fields in which to meet
i always love you in Mina

#5

I can't stop telling you people 

I love you

I think I am still drunk

Will I ever come down

The mountain

My heart will never leave

You

I love


#6
Being young a girl completely in love for the first time
Was the last time I remember feeling this way
I want to sing it from the tallest tree
"I am madly, truly, and deeply in love with a Group of People!"
Infatuated
I can't focus. I can't sleep.
I probably should not be driving
I just want to make art for you guys .
Hear. Feel. See art that foams from you guys.
I daydream of you all...day
Yina heart is in Mina heart


#7
Ran over by the Mina party bus...
Have been bleeding bad poetry for days...
Hit and run...
Mina come back, come back, come back for me


#8
Conversation between Lena and Io

Lena: "Do you love me"
Io: "No"
Lena: "You don't love me"
Io: "I like you"
Lena: "Let's make a deal"
Io: "OK"
Lena: "Try...to love me"

It is hard to describe how profound this conversation is.
It is like finding a word in another language that describe
a concept we do not have a word for in our own language.

"Try...to love me"


#9
A thank you note to Kyala

For creating magical spaces and places
Your friends could efflorescence in

The thing with things that bloom annually is
As I forget you... you draw nearer
A consoling sort of tango

Creativity is so contagious
It seems I caught something wonderful this year
What was that Eddie Vedder song that Jaco played at dawn?

And a second thank you Kyala
For inspiring me to find the word efflorescence
French for "to bloom"

Let's never stop answering her questions
What word would you eat?

Butter...say it 10 times fast
Once it loses it's cognitive meaning
It feels so good
Eating... at its best is like making out
In one's own mouth

Love you now forever,
Spaceship

sometimes

there are so many things wrong
like stars in the sky but the opposite

i'm  made of light with tiny black speckles all over

ink keeps splattering from my pen 

i keep shaking it

as I write the story of my life 

shake shake shake

"Is this thing working?" i keep saying

it is
i see

as ink smears beneath my eye

it is
i say
as it smears across my mouth

i smear it
more and more

and more and more...across my light 

i becomes deeper
my darkness defines my light

with big curves and caverns 

ledges and lips

i am the canvas not the book
i am form not words
i am art not story
sometimes

there is so little wrong