5.9.17
FORTUNA
there be fire alarms blazing
flies and fumes drowning the young
you’re useless
asleep in the willows
dreaming with sirens
they scream at the youth
to wake up
get up
move
over you’re
useless.
a friendly inhibition of memory
something that may not be so cruel, so crass
but twice is enough
to shake any cow from it’s leather.
we’re hoping for branches
aching for mistakes
sweating liquor and snoring inebriation
i sleep with monsters.
5.7.17
BOOT(S)TRAPS
sweet things aren’t just sweet things
another one is, yes, one more
little morning affections keep me
awake at night
and my legs hurt
deeply
someone, after this much walking
will want to whisper something sweet too.
4.30.17
FORTUNA
you’ll sacrifice an entire eyelash
a whole world and your wish
only for my happiness.
nothing could touch me more
the spider’s web can catch the moonlight
but cannot keep it.
if you insist on being as simple as a fox
i will insist on being as complicated as one too.
perhaps i called your name so loudly
trying to shout my panicked pulse.
4.21.7
BELLADONA
it would be an injustice
of spring to blame the pollen for the rain
just like some of the largest
most beautiful flowers smell like rotting corpses.
crowds father ofter decades just to see Death in bloom.
Belladona is commonly inwon amongst herbalists and toxicologists alike as on of the most poisonous plants on this Earth.
but i have loved you from the moment you held my hand and called me friend.
boxes, bags and and an entire half a year’s reading list later
i know your place amongst the living doesn’t belong with the shadows we’ve sown onto our buttons.
there comes a time to look both ways and cross the street
alone
and you’re crossing out your Petter Pan life
for the land of milk-honey thyme.
i will be there
in every forest walk
in every tea sip
i will be there when fox fire lights the wondering eyes
and i will be there when wolves threaten to claw out our skin
because they do
and they will.
just like we re-build our sensibilities after
each beasteal impulse
this is for you.
4.12.17
BOOT(S)TRAPS
there’s a heaviness
behind our eyes
4.11.17
BOOT(S)TRAPS
sugar gliders and six of swords
everything you need is already there for you
you are ready
enjoy the journey.
it doesn’t matter where you land
keep your goals clear
and you determination clearer
taste satisfaction
sex is not love
but merely a territory love
takes over
love is a privilege
and all privileges are undeserved and must be payed over
and so we hold peace
for this lightness
but love has a double aspect;
it is non-being
but it is also being, the terrifyingly material being of time.
4.10.17
BOOT(S)TRAPS
there’ve been horses in my dreams.
haunted houses and daydreams.
4.9.17
FORTUNA
don’t forget the arms that hold you
are the same that have taken
men and women down on their bellies.
lighters and drinks are all
in good graces
but i can walk away
with more than blood on my hands.
think of that
next time you try to rope me in
“And to this day, the sun has never said to the Earth, You owe me.”
but what if i’m the moon –
would you still trace your fingers
around my craters and find them
beautiful.
or is the space between your nerves around
my spaces.
perhaps im not comfortable.
maybe my arms are too heavy
and my grip too strong.
maybe my elbows are too sharp
too forceful
maybe i have too much too many things.
too many people
maybe
i’m to resentful too young too naive.
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4.8.17
BOOT(S)TRAPS
there’s nothing common about you
specially the way you
learn your lessons
have you ever tasted satisfaction?
where is your fear?
and how much does it satisfy to over-cum it.
caged lion in rough
you’re bald now, cat.
years of prowl behind your claws
drink off the stick in the mud
joints can’t bare the weight of the track
this bone you chew
still kicks at your teeth
4.7.17
BOOT(S)TRAPS
hollow victories and wounds re-opened
the need to polish trophies
just to rub it in the rags’ face.
where has temperance gone?
eating krill and lackluster for shine’s sake
allowing time to disregard many times
your wrists.
can you move in tandem with your greed?
if you had the chance, would you
tell the world to eat your shame?
or would you weigh your shoulders with pretend
perfection.