Monday, March 14, 2011

silver needle

about alice's tea cup in the upper west side of manhattan:

oh how absurd absurd can be,
when we begin to think
and grow into our duller selves
and let our silly shrink.

many more of these, i say!
with eggs and sauce and tea,
a place for lace and glitterings
and words from you to me. 

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

chrystal meth tea

it's my own blend.
identity crisis in tea form.  base of chrysanthemum and green teas with dried mangoes and spices.  schizophrenic, really.

what does one do when there are creatures to be created and too many ways to create them?

i've gone nearly the entirety of the route:  admitting that i might possibly have ADHD, embracing the notion that i'm a commitment-phobe, denying any of these and forcing myself to stick to one medium, and finally collapsing in a heap of despair and utter worthlessness.  yet what can one do when none and all of the media are of high interest?

it's very difficult...