Muse

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DANCER

8.14.19

heres the shoe dropping
the slow burn building
consequences stacking in your ovaries
like morning after pills
making you snarl, consume, break out
into temper tantrums
this isnt you
red eyed reactions
you’re not just chemicals
try to breath beyond the : you’ve ruined my body

cracks in that illusion
strange men leading your body better, quicker, stronger than him
trying not to overthink it

easy for you to climb up the ladder
letting me dangle
Fuck you. Fuck your ambivalence.

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DANCER

8.4.19
Darwin mentioned survival of the fittest twice in his theory of evolution.
He mentioned love 95 times.

there are days of you on my skin
bruises of me on yours
black and blue my fingertips on your chest
a sunset licked night
the perfect plum – juice sweet and tart ripeness

Eric Garner

we re raising some flag at half mast because shit fucking hurts sometimes

so let us be lamb
syrup in salted eggs
the sound of your lovers heartbeat lulling you to sleep
when so much of your body speaks to mine
how can it matter whos rib to who
catching me off guard with what i already know
lover, these tears are joy tender soul thinking
“oh there you are, i’ve been looking for you”

all that to say
let us be the force of nature darwin spoke off
an avalanche of kindness a downpour of sweet
let us be tree sap and sunlight kisses
let us be wind giving company to the lonely
or at the very least
let us love one another – right here, right now, in the belly of the beast in the gentle of the moment. As I do, as you have.

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FOX AND HOUND
8.2.19

i say – tell me about your life

“
I live by myself in Virginia Highlands. I still forage and make weird stuff.
The last job I had was working on a TV show about the food scene in Atlanta. The current job I have is as a barista, and I will incorporate pop-ups soon.

I ride a Harley Davidson.

I am now training to be a body builder and spend 12 hours a week at the gym.

I’m vegan at home, a vegetarian at restaurants.

I work on miscellaneous projects like crafting my own knife roll from thrift store leather jackets and re-programming the scooters that have pooped up in major cities.
“

i say – write me a poem?

as if you weren’t poetry enough.

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DANCER

1.21.19
what to learn from perhaps
thorn wired brambles
im speechless
berry red youre dizzy vertigo
let me kiss your forehead
cross a line of tender
perhaps too much we learn

sunshine and bliss are for the innocent
the warm
those who sleep at roots everything grounded and good

im foolish and wistful
making a mul from the ras
piest, the sultriest of singers

and here i claimed discernment
lackin acumen and understanding im injurious
too open – too willing
to ask
accumulating paragraphs in my story
like you’d stay till morning

best nip it it in the bud

perhaps we learn thorns
are a better berry
than softness



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FORTUNA

7.19.19
nine of wands

i told you im capricious
fickle impertinent

fingers become cages quicker than water molds
you said youd never try to change me too late

im homebrew, love
im honey morning coffee
night time foot rubs
im tiny whisk its risky
to wash reds and whites together

remember lover, beyond you i am deep soil
soft sand and bark
nutrient rich seep pores
let the world absorb me

you have no place here
between my roots

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DANCER

7.19.19
“Like a moth to a flame”
hot wax and ice
we re magnets

have you ever tasted sunshine ?
its musk and salt
dancing on my palate
it soothes and caresses goosebumping
stumbling on words
“is it just me?”

fear running from a throat
tying vocal laces
im belly-up-doe-eyed waiting for a shoe to drop

how can fingers like mine search for collected
casually pressing palm lines together
damming the river to flood

“id like for you to give me a task”
how dare you bring me spring
water a soul




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DANCER
7.13.19

look at you
skipping your way into my pages
uninvited
not unwelcome
quickstepping through past milestones
fast-forward unaccepted misstep

tasting muses of old lovers on your lips
a spectrum of fox and hound

these walls were never broken
flown over with wings the hellhound gave a sprained ankle
achilles has no humor
cupid has it all


sweet chocolate and marmalade drizzled in too much too deep
give me nourish clover elixirs
feed me green
put your lips around
the botany of desire
friends are needs answered after all


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DREAMS
7.1.19

starshine
kim-onos, robes, and sun blankets
our feet sludging in dry
everything must empty to fill. so go ahead – pour out that put together persona stew, let me tip the jar of awe a little in your favor

we chase music the way
lambs chase innocence
something to cling on to
a little bit of normal in our fractal

do you see me now?
all stary-eyed and wonder
the grass is never greener on the other side
it is however
alive – simmering with titillation
imagine the existence of the being
whos life revolves in selflessness.
friend, only a hard heart hardens, only a hard heart breaks.
come now, let me show you magic
pirate ships in desert grasslands
that morning champagne that welcomes Sunday alive
what if i told you, what you call fairytale i once called home?

we re not different from one another you and i
disoriented and dizzy with overwhelm
acid night skys lights are liquid smoke
we’re just an insignificant symptom of a greater, more mischievous moon
call her lunacy,
all the greats were once called crazy, insane, manics
so that today
you and i aren’t called anything

who knew words were bigger then the big bang


FORTUNA
6.1.19

perhaps we found our morels
the ones i hunt
you spit out

sharing some awe here.

look – see how a little magic
can turn even the sullied doctor
into a child

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VELVET
05.06.19

measuring happiness
its good being the smuggler
bringing the out, in

justice isnt something you owe
dont worry – all is in order
watermelon drip dripping down your your throat
sticky with perspiration
remember bliss
isnt a feeling but a state of being
a frame of mind
a prance in your step
the feeling of waves in the air breathing softness

let me show you kindness
how much dirt bellied sun kissed hands can
grow the sweetest of apples
this orchard is ours to share

perhaps water wasnt ever the right conduit

i never wanted to be right anyway

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QUEERBOY
1.4.17
rare as long as it is
for names to find their place back in this story
a faint heartbeat of crime
finding you
soaking and whimper
for warmth
how can i resists such honest intentions?
how can the predator in me
resists the weakness in the prey
how come there’s a predator in me
and how dare i call you prey.
if i could you mirror
i would see friend – your name would never leave this pages
your grace and witt would be great company to my own

nothing is settled from forgiveness.