Purpurated habitually: this delicate lunge.
Mellowly dramatic sparrows on my fluffed-up heartbeat.
Reality went all glib and masturbatory…like difficult money.
The poetry should TEAR UP the space (as a kind of scrounge). Right?
Ampling into a rough and beautiful future, not ignoring plumes.
Let me hold you as a hypnotized tongue.
Torrent of vibrant nos in the decorative blame arcade.
I couldn’t sleep at all last night: like a fabric swan.
And on that weirdness now I lay my weary curls.
Outfit blogging returns at the request of Jill Bohn, beautiful mother of Gary Sullivan and therefore beautiful mother-in-law to me. Today I am wearing black Docs (so often pictured in this series), super-warm lavender glitter tights, sort-of-Lolita schoolgirl skirt in lime plaid with black tulle underlayer, and purple and black warm items on top. The feline presence in the upper photo is Dante, who is lamentably huge but very very sweet.