SNAKES-KIN
8.12.19
nettle whips for arthritic pains
burning ferns into shoulders lifting weights off my back
a boy’s seizure makes you love him
a woman naked in your bed
repels you
in breath – out breath
lungs need space for life
and im suffocating
in her arms
when sharing a life feels like an invasion of self
the honey crust on the lid
i take one in the chin with each kindness
Snake Skin
Meeting Baba Yaga, a story of snarls, whelps, teeth bearing and counterfeit luck.
8/06/17
SNAKE(S)KIN
there’s too much past
to be present
the leech in murky waters
the witches in the light
the wolf with its new fawn
and an old fox
too fat in it’s face to by sly anymore
this is what it felt like to be tall
when your shoulders were heavy.
these feelings are mine
everyone else is simply a casualty
no longer baring teeth at strangers
this is something else
6.14.17
SNAKE-S-KIN
sugar gliders and six of swords
tasting satisfaction
what is sex but
some territory love stomps over
trampled like rubber to a rode
love a “privilege”
undeserved and must be payed over in time
and space
so we hold it
for lightness
but love in its double aspect
being and none being
terrifyingly material beacon of time.
12.11.16
MARY ANN
i know incarnations of you
the types that covet sovereignty
but youre an earthquake
whirlwind of raw
never apologize for
blowing away
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i’ve payed a harsh price
to not be called naive
pulled my eyelids back and lost a socket
channeling magic learning to fly
i carry Icarus on my back
or the curse of Achilles
or maybe i’m Nessy
messy in my undoings – letting shadows make monsters out of my heartbeats.
12.10.16
im am witness to my own destruction
watch me transform.
12.9.16
I keep trying to remind my dog that, unlike her, my skin is not thickly fur-coated and cold does in fact sting. She doesn’t seem to understand and frankly, I wouldn’t either what with my constant “anti-shaving” propaganda you’d think I grow alpacas in my pits.
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bitters and cold tea
you’ve gotten under my skin
my hide
and flay my raw.
no white flags today
we lay down the law
RULES OF ENGAGEMENT
1. blood moons are hermit magic.
2. three moon cycle of jubilation
3. rotation is noted
4. as a punishment for your actions. you will know no comfort. if you sleep you eat.
badog.
Ostentatious II
12.4.16
“and well, I lost it.”
I bite my tongue to not dismember yours.
Comfort and forgiveness are easier said than done
and no
It’s not okay.
Let the guilt hang from your ear like a poorly delivered shot –
you missed the mark. pathetic attempts at sensuality,
your body’s rusted with insecurity.
settle in it, little fish
before you try to play
with the big cats again
let that eere-ring weight down your inhibitions
sassafras roots and mimosa bark
been there done that.
chirp chirp pretty pet
eat off my hand and
feel it wrap around your throat.
i miss-judged your innocence for competency
and lost something valuable
greedy scavenger
i will not. be so foolish.
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i’ve been caught in brambles
mistaken a war
for a battle
and laid down my sword. to soon.
i’ve destroyed, only fragments
and have left enough for shaky foundations
too much room to enter
there’s a beast that shows its teeth
King Kong barrels in rampage
Ishmael tells you about their wood
i roll with the punches
strokes and compassions
trying simply to
hold hands with myself.
my sincere condolences to the casualties of war.
Fortuna
11.28.16
im beginning to question myself
to tame the madness
with the peace prospect
to forget any shoe dropped in the first place.
I’ve been caught belly up from bellow, you scratch my surface
and ripple my spine into sensation
did you know id been crystal before now?
Jane Doe between our actions
not sure who’s taming who – maybe we’re just sloppy. slapping bodies together until our skin breaks.
this is what you wanted isn’t it?
its not hurricane
but i can feel the rain again – the sky would never fall for free.
Ostentatious
11.26.16
a better bed than any of the many ive been laid on
where i sleep
your eagerness is capricious
but your hands are shaking.
slow down kid
11.25.16
chosen, bells and i
to taste gold and
come close enough to glory to
be edged between
greatness and no longer human.
deviants with wisdom beyond their wisdom
eyes too small too thirsty
purging our faces of what we can no longer hold.
so we settle.
it’s important
for us to stay because we
left.
11.23.16
quaint combination of fingertips
laced with crow it seems
i must keep one foot off the earth
to feed wolven archetypes
im a master
off-course repetition
hoping only to humm it tame
here
present
ill imagine my insanity your reflection
somethings gotta give
11.22.16
Ive met the orchid man before
the one i plead with- not while i hold you
the one that won’t die
no matter how punctured
stubborn dull sword. she’s special.
even in my dreams
gratuitous acrobatics and unnecessary
back arches.
splitting at the storylines
we’re in this together somehow
i
regain grace in pieces of myself
do you find it this hard too?
radical acceptance
11.21.16
im purging out exhaustion
calling up the neighbor skin
to toughen up
the sweat cold bath feverish in recoils
4:00 a.m bloodbaths
and an unseen need to
cave into good nature
I’m breaking an entering
into my own domain
hoping to gut out the tar from my toes
recover space
and fill it with good fortune
no more war
no more war
no more war
11.20.16
i’m stretching beyond boundary
thinly sliced into action
i’m abundant
too there to be here. too here to be there.
11.18.16
Better batter.
fox calls, early morning rise
youre den’s been crashed in
salted
turned with lemonade and bitter sugars
how long will you chase your own tail?
its not up to us to decide our capacity
beauty in the eye of the beholder, right dear?
nothing about this is beautiful
its rough and messy
far from abstract its
snarling
cringe your nose in disgust.
lets play fox and hound.
11.17.16
showers clean time off my skin
wants to jump out of its undoing
there’s no place like no place like no place
and you’re there
clearly a mold into the mattress
two stucco to fit elsewhere
you’ve been caged
to a twin bed and an arm that falls asleep sooner now
let me tie your wrists
free your body
lets do moon walks and fox dances
lets prance around the map like stubborn pins
we’re more trailer park Storie than Gulliver
there’s Macgyver in our bones
use them
…
im bitter with the cold
snapping whelp-pup
11.15.16
Car wash day
I’ve been keeping tabs on the filters for extra particles
dreaming of lovers lovers lovers
the kind I was to (k)hiss.
it’s been a long time since
millennia.
i’m cooing hoots in space hoping for moisture to carry enough weight
to reach your brow
for your hand to grace the wet away – curiously
this is effortless.
11.01.16
It should be colder
But they still burn hands around my throat
10.31.16
No mere lion
I’ve been roared into wrong
unhinged from the last straw
of sanity –
like medusa
it hurts to look.
Let this not be the rock in your memory
10.29.16
there’s push in my reflection