Wilde Thorne

I should sue the shit out of McDonald's for stealing my catch phrase. But I'd only have the host of angels on my side, and they are no match for these wordly demons! I need you to be God with me, can you do that? Took a long drive up to Woodstock yesterSunday, and realised how gorgeous is this valley that I live in. In the bead-store there was this amazing little redheade girl, had to be no older than four, who was ignoring Maya... and Maya was doing everything in her power to get this little girl's attention. At last, I said to the girl, "My baby likes you... I can tell." And she replied with sagely wisdom: "Him like me 'cause I not lookin' at him." ...I was floored. It took me twenty-six years to foster this concept in my brain, and here is a mere child already got it down pat. I kissed her lotus feet and moved on. Caught a glimpse of Gina Funk on the towne greene, a keen and ample fraulein, a woman after my own heart... Oil painter, poet, artist, kindred soul. I have not seen this girl in a year and within seconds we were plunged headfirst and deep into goddess mythology, unspeakable matters of the spirit and heart, arcane knowledge almost lost, now flourishing thinly amongst rare and beautiful women. I want to marry her and have like a million of her babies! She promised me a call on the spirit-phone next weekend. Also saw Damien, resplendantly blonde and blue-eyed in the shimmering sunlight... Reminiscing on our one long-ago night of foreplay it felt good to feel wanted in the arms of a handsome man as he hugged me, and lingered there on his bicycle to play coquettish games. There was sunshine and beads and flowers and what a great thing it was to feel the shift, as I drove, of bumper stickers reading "GW" and "Support Our Troops" making the metamorphosis into peace signs and impeachment petitions! Drum circle on the green tapped Nayabinghe at my heart... From the Body to the Soul, where our hearts lead, we must go... WHEREVER LOVE MAY FLOW! I saw my truest mother in the face of Paul McMahon and his twin gemini redhead daughters... Maternal witch-childe running naked in the grass... And Maya is a smiling accountant. I traded an amethyst stone for the pulled tooth of Princess Kitty, my feline goddess. It was a good trade. On the way home, I realised, that I have not always been like this... a pent-up housewife. In fact, it is only in the recent past year. Before this, I have two decades of art, poetry, and hardcore lovemaking to define the undulate of my soul... I AM UNTAMED! And I am the snake-charmer... Loving to hate you, hating to love you... and it hurts like my vanity pulls me toward insanity, but I can't stop until I get it right all the way through, just once. Thank you Dan for this wisdom - I plan to wrangle all the beasties in. I am poet, once again. I am Siddhartha... going to wash dishes at Arden House conference center... historic and haunted. Soon... I'll be out of this mess. For my one true hero and Prince Charming has come at last to save me... the unicorn of my dreams... My own rigid willpower no longer seeking your outside influences. Fuck you. And I mean that with every ounce of love in my being.

I am a lover, in every sense of the word.

​April 11, 2006 12:55pm