pewter
clouds above
five years ago
life was much different
trees lined the children’s laughter
cut
down
for
pricey
empty
unobtainable
homes
doing my part too
we can beat it world ✊🏻
much love
demander au ciel bleu
when my mind was little
the skyscrapers were tall
God was big too
the streets were filled
with faces strong that walked alone in my drowning dreams
the functions of my body not under my control
and when the body seasoned into what men had sought
it was as if a flock of doves had scattered from my soul
the moon was maiden too long before my birth and then was trampled on her light fallen from its grace
but today i read about a boy and trees his looking for the life that did live underneath
the soil of creation and where someday i will be
looking at the captivating blue glass crystal skies waiting for His words
🌠thanks to my friend Stephen @ https://fullbeardlit.org/2020/04/08/along-this-path-a-five-oclock-poem-by-stephen-fuller-with-audio for inspiring this offering
doing my part
good morning Sylvia
unlike swans she said
no gracefulness in the step
should i drink from jars
in other news
rain pitter patters on the window if i look hard enough i can see tiny cat nose triangles and pomegranate shaped paw prints and another angel died
the high school music class saxophone huffs through into my room and the virtual eight grade students cheap ass marijuana wafts in too while another angel dies
the mayor explains how critical the strain is on the county and how we hold hands and fight from our couch as another angel died
the smell of my books and the pills that i took colors of my mind are tired and somber angels dying left and right
ventilators generators procreators thieves and hope beauty mud Your Kingdom come and another angel died
and if i make it past this trip i’ll still click on channel blank brains and angels will still die
lujuria entre muslos
look into my obsidian eye gypsy with diamonds in my hair
i am queen behold tragedy below my feet the rose bush is on fire
delicious pungent profound lust between my thighs
nocturnal the rivers that rush and smother my mound
invited you are to swim below my navel weave the carnal rhythm inside my cave
look stare won’t you into me i am night hungry for longing
it’s too late taste the honey of the poisoned combs deep in your desire you’ve trapped your soul
slowly do i come lay my mouth upon your genesis
before you know me the ashes in my lair
i seep into your body on top as mistress i am revenge is mine
while i strangle your dragon with the gripping force of my goddess beginnings
before the war there is a dewey peace betwixt our two horizons
after the deluge emanating from the center of my all
you lay out bewildered in drunk dusky oblivion
the state
Out damn’d spot! Out, I say’
the bridges of my neurons are rapidly burning
crumpled bitter roses scream in the foulness of the sapphire air
we swing softly with broken fists at the rock hard sky
welcome to the New Jericho in my mind where Bob Dylan and i sing till half past nine
with tight shut mouths we quiet the temptations
red are dreams that stir profanity in what we see in the black hole deep inside
Katchinas on the plane drive in Teslas to a shame spot on the backs of believers
nefisē be’iwineti ālechi gēta ḫayilini set’enyi
the frozen lighting of impossible miracles brightens some frigid nights
and so Grady croons to the vigilante squirrels of Santa Monica California
there will be broken bones and glass and dreams and motley monks will see the candor in the stream
nicht mein zirkus nicht meine affen the periwinkle gargoyle prayed
but the scrubbing of my hands will not always cleanse the triggers that condemn me
keepsake one Tuesday morning
as if to fall up from the
concrete cliff was so easy my night
terror often red she swallows me up
drinks me like water Venus the trapped
opens paths long to overly extended paper
planes and blocks on fire tumble over
us bursting upon an unassumingly frightening world
deep thought
see the jar
full of star debris
foresee the timid scars
chair on fire
the pair of tears
on the mohair rug do fall
drug i’m in love
my soul and heart
for you to tug
shoes walking bruise
the tattoo lamp
to clamp the jaw
a railway tramp he sings the blues
books with art of golden seas
hooks on hung the snooper looks
to dart across the windows
lest i depart with question mark
to the black door cave
across a lucid water
dreams are slaughter
silver daughters soar into the sky
to pour the naked words
atop of frozen embers
words less spoken 