Tag: poetry

  • electric

    red lightning flashing on black sky
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    i do not want
    to be influenced
    or instructed.

    i want you to
    make my body sing
    electric with the
    kiss of your words

  • long, cool rain

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    i wonder at the
    absence of flames
    my world has been
    on fire almost
    every day and now…
    …now?

    there is a long,
    cool rain falling
    quenching the heat
    and i cannot
    identify the cause,
    nor why of it all

    ever so slight of nervous
    seeking a torch
    to now light my way

  • thievery

    woman wearing black jacket holding pink flowers
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    wearing other’s faces
    i saw you stealing kisses
    the consummate thief 
    you are

    but i can see through
    your disguise and lies
    i can see a million miles
    away

    you know? it made me laugh
    left laughing ‘til morning came
    i tip my hat at your
    audacity

  • singularity

    Photo by Sandra Seitamaa on Unsplash
    oh, this confusion of me
    balls into singularity and
    i can't understand at all
    what anyone might mean

  • chasing wisps

    Photo by Igor Omilaev on Unsplash
    chasing wisps
    i lost the path
    here, in
    my peat bog
    pussywillow
    lean-to home

    pressing grey
    and velvet to
    face crag me
    dragging deadfall
    to blacksmoke
    open air screens

    muscle spasm
    twitch tones
    darkwater brown
    given over to
    chasing wisps
    down ol' peat bog

  • bulwark

    Photo by Marjoline Delahaye on Unsplash
    while everyone is singing
    their empire songs, we
    slip away to the night

    there is no trust for
    the watchmen watching
    with halberd's shining
    white in the spotlights,
    their axes at our necks

    we could be heroes, too
    a bulwark against
    the storm, but first...
    a kiss before dying

  • ley

    standing stones
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    the ley lie
    betwixt
    you and i
    no matter
    the where
    we stand in
    ever-the-night

    i close my
    coin eyes
    to run to you
    my essence
    my ley
    my night

  • oyasute

    they oxcart me
    into deep wood
    to cover me
    with leaves

    "a blanket,"
    they say
    "to keep you
    warm at night,"
    they say
    before they
    drift off in
    the way of
    autumn maple,
    scarlet against
    the frost

    it is the guilt
    that makes
    them so
    but
    this is where
    i belong.

  • what love is

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    love is rainfall
    autumn & leaf
    flint striking
    steel skies grey
    that is what love is

    love is loam in
    perfume & moss
    drinking in the
    shadowplayed sunlight
    that is what love is

    love is graveled
    voice & black feathers
    granting passage high
    in the cedar trees
    that is what love is

    a name like winter
    on a moonless night
    a kiss of frost in passing
    that is what love is

  • broken nice

    i do not
    want to nice today
    my nice is broken
    and makes mean
    sounds like a killer bee
    crossed with zombie —
    the fast ones, not slow
    — and my smile
    is more frowny
    my eyes gone slanty 
    and i am tired of
    this show

    i am ready
    to wander to wood
    and just wait there
    for the snows
    because my nice
    is 100% broken
    and my mood
    just blows.