My name in her mouth
I loved her more, than I can know her yellow-pink smile, sing-song voice lit eyes that widened to meet mine She moved to the rhythm of her seasons and I, have fallen for her from the time my name, fell from her thin lips like laughing clear water a call, that trembles, the chambers of…
She was carried in a bird’s gizzard that had her red plump flesh covered in juices, melting her into sweetened goop. So full she was like nothing before, for death did not let a single pore go by, that it did not infuse to brimming. Her bones though, lay untouched, clean and hard, asleep, spat out from the sky tumbled…
You would think it is the Day of Reckoning Heaven split, marbled gold towers tumbling Hell clodded in earth, banked into soft ash and the people of the world clasping hands, recognition shining in their eyes one joyous smile to another, one uproar to another ‘I see you!’ “I see you!” and the sky streaks in…
It is not a dirty world it is, innocence confused led blind by blind. Slip off the clothes, let it pool around you, the blindfolds undone and look into the abyss blinking back Feel your naked gooseflesh Watch the jerky movement of your joints come to life by your will Watch how each atom in…
Innocence in want
How the wind plays into trees bending, breaking, and uprooting how it walks, crunching roofs of sweet homes, chasing butterflies and flops on its butt flattening fields of wildflowers How its innocence of wonder lay waste, unaware in want.
The warm fleece upon my shoulders the wings set along my blades the fire sparked within my belly, the lute wrought into my throat all placed by the weaves of her deep tresses her upon whom I wish her upon whom I pray she who thrums through my breast, strikes the skin on my bones…
There is a man with a lute his eyes thread clouds sunsets line his skin, and soil perfume his breath, ever present, ever-awake— He never speaks but through strings he sings a yearning for what has gone and come gone again… like lovers linked in a dance, spinning away till hands stretch to the last filament…
The rain thunders against the flimsy plastic only muted ripples reach me How safe I think this is How safe… and… lonesome
The mist lifts lightly to the sky, I, could not reach. The bedrock that rose from my back pull around me pierce the mindless blue. I envy them for their taste of molten gold, that for me, only a mirage swallowed up in ceaseless movement. In sun-drenched bodies do I taste a morsel. They plunge into my…
What’s your favorite word today? Clouds Why? It’s a loopy word, It starts with a ‘C’ that is, a half circle like cloud fluffs yet it sounds more like a loop than ‘circle’ does, Isn’t it?