What I see
she sings
songs of velvet
songs of stars
to the war bird that can travel far
some call her
the screech owl
she is
screaming child
a woman gone mad
winged sorcerer
and two women talking
blind
deaf
she comes to balance
Wearing my whites in the garden.
Wearing my whites in the garden.
portal to one of my other realms
portal to one of my other realms
Twilight
nasturtiums, monkshood and one datura blossom in the outdoor bath// here opium floats in our tea// we are eating warm bread from the jew baker, wild boar sausage and smoking cigars after midnight// driftwoodsmoke tangled in our hair, always// one night when no one was there we briefy swam naked with the phosphorescents//traced mountain lion tracks with our tongues at sunrise
In Her Hometown
Three legged dogs roaming the streets out here. Dirt poor and lying she runs an extension cord from her trailer to there's and watches the local news, eats pot pies from the frozen isle. It's easier this way.
Invocation
Someone invoked Jesus. She heard he was a good man yet remained unmoved. There's a song and perscription of medicine on the water which we draw out on a stick. There's a howling within us for our true beloved
Warriors
Not made but born he said, sent her 4 campaign flags and rubies from Iraq. War horse who never came home. God is a Green Beret. Let's honor him- A Song for the Warriors
My mother's womb was a sandbox, sandbox as in war of the desert. We tossed the family name into the pit on our way to buy a pickle from the corner store.
Dusk
he says things
with his mouth
cruel things
monstrous things
thinks it’ll be ok
when he forgets
she stays awake
remembering
sees whole seas
and countries between them
a chasm, gorge, huge fissure
he sleep soundly
she is horrified
he wakes up to eat breakfast
she has died from starvation