Stones Sleep Still
Nocturnal Nobody
Skeletal Scatter
Why sleep eludes me
Has ceased to matter.
Bleed without pain
Cry without Tears
Hurricane days
Build Tornado years
Brilliantly sinking
Swan-Diving Diamond
Incendiary glint
Crimefully fading
There
you
go.
Slim to None
Dim to Done
Hidden Jewels
Impress No one.
Eldest river tumbled rock
Smooth stroke stoned
Skipped back home
Flagrant rippling flawless concentrics
Slapped Specular Surface
er’wise to all men’s tricks
Mother’s minerals turbidly tossed
Return to your stream
Never be lost
Body of water
won’t die as mine will
mortality mirrored
Your current still.
Silken Solid Stone
Cool brackish scent
Back into your bed you’re thrown
to rest in sediment
Swirling fall
Birds they call
you home
Joyous Descent.
Pardon the intrusion
Human disillusion
Truly,
No Harm Meant.
Domain Squeeze
Warm
bleach white
clean comforter cuddles
smells like grandma's washing
Strong coffee
Stronger Marijuana
P E A C E F U L
slathered in buttery love
zealous dog kisses
I love how they love me
velvet mustang muzzles
greet me at the back door
Nickering their loyalty
to our herd
My housemates, two dear indispensable guides
They are called Thesaurus and Dictionary
Words are innately scriptural
My bible intends itself for the Sapiophiles.
2 of everything.
Never get caught needing
No Rush. Not Ever.
No desire to friskily roam
I've made this house
into my home.
Death Clocks Overtime
Sickly Snapping
Bones Crack cracking
Tumors grow like silent snow
Nana just fell asleep one night and
Never woke up
Tick Tick Tick
Death works after hours
Endless task ahead
Some pray to stay
Some pray to go
Supplicate ears dead
1234123412343
Your number’s coming up my friend
it’s coming…same as me.
Death is Clocking Overtime
Tick Tock Tock
Coughing wheezing painful breathing
Pathogen Plagued
staying? leaving?
White Knuckle living
hold on Tight
If you must depart us
slip sand-through-fingers softly…into the unknown you were born to know.
It’s Menses Day!
Celebrating the 28 day cycle of the crimson curse.
The pagan holiday of Mensesus has been celebrated worldwide for centuries. Originally believed to be a sacrificial ritual, it was once common tradition to kill and consume a pubescent girl who'd just begun the the 40 year bleed. She would be crafted into a hearty stew, and shared during the public festival. This was done with the belief that the blood would fortify the women over the following 11 estral full moons.
Today, we obviously omit the killing and cannabalism of young ladies. Now in place, a stew made of rare lamb is served, generally with a side of blood pudding..
Ornate festooning of trees and mantle-pieces with all matter of feminine products is still a favorite element of Mensesus. Decorating the Tampon Tree is a fun way to bring families together on this special holiday.
Now off to the parade! Sanguinate women don themselves with costumes in a rainbow of reds, from burgundy to Maraschino cherry. They are then carried through the center of town, shouldered by a male of their choosing. Some women choose their husbands or sweethearts, but it is not an uncommon practice to utilize a mailman or neighbor.
This serves in part to celebrate the woman herself, and to remind non-females of the constant weight a woman must bear. Modern times allow for one woman to carry another woman, a right hard won by angsty bleeding feminists in the early 1900's. Mensesus closes with a vibrant
Ode to SugarSnap- Our Silent Love.
During a tumultuous patch in my last relationship, I was faced with an ultimatum. I could keep you, or move out. In a flash of clarity, I knew the relationship was over. Nobody who knows and loves me would try to take you from me. Needless to say, we were taking your first ferry ride to the mainland forthwith.
You were born bilaterally deaf. It had to do with your lack of pigmentation. That made you unsaleable product to the prestigious breeders from whence you came. It was you who first caught my attention. Your atypical behavior set you apart from your frolicsome littermates. While they bouncily played with each other in groups, you walked the fenceline of the yard alone, collecting olfactory clues, 3 fluffy white pounds of lone wolf.
I had visited your breeder ready to spend $1,500 for my perfect puppy. Upon declaring that it was you I wanted, the breeder shook her head. "That one isn't for sale." Her words impregnated with reticence. "Already spoken for?" I queried. Sighing, she replied "She's deaf. As registered AKC breeders, we cannot accept monetary compensation for a defective puppy." What nerve, to label you defective!
I insisted, I must have you. You were given to me, for free. That day, I ended a bad relationship, saved $1500, and gained a uniquely communicative companionion. To you, your name was two bangs on the floor. Vibration was understandable. We learned together. Our conversations were textural, inaudible. Truly, a love beyond words.