Happy Birthday, Daniel
Daniel, thoughts about a friend on his birthday (mostly unfinished)
To be an artist and troubled,
untroubled, beautiful — as beautiful as you and…
My dreams seem more vivid than they used to;
I credit you, unsure of how you are responsible.
Everything your ex-lover does reminds me of you,
reminds me of laughter, but not his, of yours,
reminds me to stop and notice nature, reminds me…
You were looking back at me through
the ceramic eyes of that white stag.
You’re in everything. I wonder if you’re real, if you…
I’m whispering secrets about you
to myself on cold nights.
I’m wondering what you’re creating — love, beauty,
magic, great catastrophes, or…?
You’re still dancing through trees in my brain,
you are plucking the commonest items,
pointing out the simple beauty, the perfection, the…
I wonder what your skin feels like.
I’m in love with who I am when I remember I know you.
1.15.2010
In addition to winning “Most Likely to Join a Cult in 2010,” I spent a lot of time updating my site. I’ve been adding my older xanga posts, but I think I’m going to reach back even further. I’d like this to be a sort of journaling gallery reaching back to my earliest journals, many of which are pretty funny… I was a dorky little kid. This is truly emotional exhibitionism.