“distilled within the cologne, i own – a scent is discovered that is never alone, or far from home…”

i use two in hand devices: (needles and pens)

one sews buttons onto pants, shoes, and shirts

while the other, writes onto the paper like feet stomping into the dirt

destination gives direction to intention

the words and threads of color will mention:

a series of steps that go, on and in, beginning again.

when the needle passes through the hole

and the pen reveals the state of the soul

a hand that continues to decide which role
can be played?

by manifesting ideas into a material crusade

my desire lingers on swirling fingers

at both of my ends, color is transfixed on opposite dividends

editing and knots aside, the rearrangement supplied suspects, renewed lens placed cock-eyed!

this takes much time – not all can be made clear in the cut of the prime

but the slime of this fashion, releases recycled pieces made from clothed benedictions

if that’s not enough to excite your convictions???

i’m convinced : that one can be entirely incensed! (without even knowing which methodology is made from recompense!)

it’s all good, i’ll continue to bestow on the shoulder in my neighborhood

writing while inciting needles, precision, & colorful threads

symbols, numbers, & written letters onto the beds :
of my journals , sticky notes, and word apps

collecting from far and wide, all the scraps!

re-using

choosing

therapeutic cruising

WHILE NOT FORGETTING TO LOOK BACK!

keeping attention to distinguish:

between the cool and whack!

without lack, i hang up my ambitions on the plaque !

a reminder that writing and sewing is comparable to flavors mixed in a consistent salad

a taste of uniformed and randomized algorithmic sequence, proving thus as valid!