cat party at the lab 10 26 07 photo by Russel Daniels

cat party at the lab 10 26 07 photo by Russel Daniels, originally uploaded by travissehorn.

travis at wartime sherlocks

travis at wartime sherlocks, originally uploaded by travissehorn.

meow

Photo 197, originally uploaded by travissehorn.

spokane october 2007 airport : with ashley and lucy

I.

awakening breathless into dawnlight paling
my lifeline palm weighted in the jade leaf
 of your back burning bright 
but painless - its hard to forget or ignore
   a bedwife   an appendage  or a portrait
or my fingers cupped this way, against the small of your back
maybe a slowly
pulled curtain of imaginary living.
  you're not just a grinning
passenger or a generous child. give
 me a peach or else
  iron me flat.
II.

standing in this rain again
only now its jade spoons soothing
 my palpitations
  the wind is dropping whistles
(now) and the swelling avenue is flooded,
making all light veiled like an untouchable
concubine.
 I'll needle you forever my own. not twins but bound
by great waves of blues and burgundy silks, across spilling
years or autumn embraces, forever my own and you forever 
sound 

III.

to be loyal and smiling is lost in a curdled second - wait until the light is lost - scream a doctor's cold shoe horn whore. I've lost my mind but I've lost worse - smiles are not similes this time. get the hill and for awhile the second part is wild but not ethical - soundless and lights out when nature hears the laugh of dying breath - a swerve - chung! - lantern swells and kills - some dumped, some feel nothing for old friends - on the page of turning off. constantly perky and wailing for a quick release and pleading for forgiveness. that is forever unforgettable - processed burning body, its me and its you and we are the lucky ones - go now to the empty grounds - don't feel the way, just go - its so easy; just feel forgiving - its love and its unforgivable - my name, its yours - bombs keep dropping - you give to me and I feel the rocks that fly - violence, its unheard but children know it well - the drugs are quick, love is taller. wheels of transparency, wed one to the other - matrimony - an idea and beyond fair chase, the feet between generations are good intentions and beats familiar conversations, unfueled by the impossible distance - the answers are found in -------------------- wine! unfamiliar is lord - aderall(drug) or mine! lower and tread is great - swallow the larger of the two - work - no, heres the way - everything is psychedelic white lines - far, far from the way i was then - again across the generations the body feels the forgetful function but still the answer is on the road - turn off and harmonize - stay up or stay gone - harpsichord - you - you know - that could drown a girl - she could - the wheels on edge, on for days - the impersonating of those who are already there - faking the age and the smell is even there - feeling for those you despise most , thats the entrance - the beauty in the embarrassed and drained - fire without the burn - forever feeling satisfied _______ nothing is up or down, the visions flow in, not out - years of snakes and tradition found in one weaving parasite and white lines overcome anything. the acceptance of the body - the power of something that is real pain or perhaps its better off with the dead - the curling smoke is a decision of love not witch doctors - vinegar blood and words that are painful - hail words that are true! here its o.k. to fly at night - hay stacks - smirks and the attempt to stay lethal - palpitations - on pitch - oh - the night brings - hail! - street lights and dreams of jack on the rock - lion witch and the wardrobe - the lion is him - he is sacrificed - he was nothing ---- just nothing - its the end - he's pushed to death - the feeling is lost when the threat is made of fear, pain and sadness. the lines made through the plinking gorgeous hum and warm vibration - the light holds - the light burns - the cancer holds but i swallow it down, moonlight - i know you in brief but like the one i know, i know you better than most. the folk tale number is a feeling told before but undescribed until the invention of the real word to replace love, the world shuddering in friendship with those hums, those sunrises, those oh... your body, well your ribs, you're unsure and that makes me want you more - the air is unknown, its only the buzz, the hum of attempted love -- circles! its o.k. to write in the circle; to write in the dinner plate of your foremothers and fathers - mothers, fathers - dinners and something without the power - lumps - ignore - oh - my mother did her best - father just like her-___________ after so much love, so much throat clinching and tango, there is still a plethora of love sounds creeping wowo.... the sky will bring the metal, breath curves one endless and not ever mine... too warm without the feeling of knowing the meaning - ba ba ba - love goes on - give away your love ------------------------ the body can align with old friends but the friends feel that the worth of the actions does not equal the weight of the actions - using your body as much as she does - the milk, the feeling of all the wrong things of one generation - expelling the feelings and beliefs - one feeling.... the beliefs of the wrong generation - your mother brought to her knees, to her knees - shackled but normal and therefore.