im thinking this is going to be my icon journal from now on...for some reason, im interested in making icons all of sudden.

so here goes!



im aware its not that great, but it took like, ten seconds in photoshop...what do you expect? lol...the next one is better. man am i tipsy.



lalalalalala...ok, im done for now. more to come. especially when i get REAL internet. lol.

*tina*

falling morosely. your face above the water, through the wine glass, in the moon.
you left too soon.
*******

if i walked out now
could i reach you in time
to haunt you?
to float above you,
white and distorted,
a big black flower where my eyes should be

and would i sing to you
a devotional hymn
a lullaby
or something bittersweet

i'd like to get caught in your teeth.

***********

man of a thousand eyes
man in the traffic light
man in the leg of my barstool

i say to you:

get down.
get down GET DOWWWWwwwwwnnnnn

there is no sound for this meaning

there is no cure for this new dementia
so get down
get dowwwwwn

white bones, red bones
new bones dead bones
fish bones bread bones

the pollution is not what you think.

*****************

i am a girlfish in the ocean

the salty ocean
you might call me a mermaid

but
i had a lover once
and i didn't kill him

(he died anyway, in the manner of all things good and beautiful)
i cried, but no one noticed

crying in the ocean is like farting in a sulphur plant
(no one notices)

**************

there was you and me
and a piece of paper thrown in the breeze

there was brown and white
illuminated in the glow of the night

there was thought and feeling
and smoke on the ceiling

and in between
the ghost of what always was

i won't resist.

****************

ok, i think i'm done now. havaniceday.

*tina*

welcome to the new and improved seaglass! new everything! and i designed the background myself, yupyupyup! its from a picture i took down by the east river a couple days ago.

ok, so down to the business of poetry. fruits of the last two days:

ms.
a girl and a bird flew into
each other with eyes closed,
realizing the irrelevance of defense

and being defenseless against irrelevance
they quietly dissolved into snow
and floated softly from the rooftops
when they thought no one was watching.

untitled
i am more than my reflection
the river confirms this
and the moon nods slowly.

floating, i am,
a pillar of salt,
a plate of pasta,
a coil of rope.

not your father but the way he blinked,
astonished at the brevity of his own breath

and yet we are ever moving upon these oceans
of small misdemeanors,
wondering what it is that constitutes the line, let alone forces us
to cross it.

feedback is nice, ja? ja. :-) thanks!

*tina*

hmmm, random stream of consciousness...

fragile lazy beating quietly a world of ribbons and machetes. i am not the donkey, or the lord of the rings. time sings as it flows on past, i sob quietly when at last the final destination has arrived.

um, testing 1, 2? fi diddledy dee, once i get my computer you will be wonderful for sure...think of the stories you will tell! oh dear one, i am christening you with a load of crap. mea culpa.

*tina*