Snow melt running down
City streets warmed by sudden sun
Nice day to worry
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Writings on the Shithouse Wall
Duology: Good Time Gals
Bad Time Boys
Haikus: 366
Everything: Indexed
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A dark star rises
eye on a smudged horizon
Ravens makeup change.
When You are Stoned
In response to Yeats
When you are stoned, faded and full of cracks
sprawl cross the floor and continue to puff -
Till your walls begin to deconstruct -
Smoke till Jericho falls and your face slacks.
How many have been bettered by you,
Improved the world by following your lead?
The drugs will show you your every deed
Your ego turned off and your vision true,
Cry out, laid humble, how your self is dead!
Confront your constructions high over head
It’s time; hide no more and face the real you.
Lady Libertine
Lady Libertine, I beseech thee.
Transform me with your kiss.
Infuse my tongue with drunken song
And curl my hands to fists.
Slake my thirst with your cylix
And feast on my ruined bones
I have nothing left and offer it all,
No family,
No country,
No home.
I am the orphan in need of suckling -
the drunkard needing weaned.
Clutch me to your cold breast
and swaddle me in sage.
I slit my wrists and bear my chest.
I beg you strike me down
Give me one more drip of inspiration,
One last rite upon my crown.
Let me die with you on my lips
and bleed my heart onto the ground.
Lady Libertine, I beseech thee
end me with your kiss.
I’m Already Packed
I’m already packed.
I’m ready to go.
I left this place.
Weeks ago.
I live out of a makeup case.
Use a backpack for a suitcase
I have paired my wardrobe
Down to indestructible accessories.
This time I leave a life line
This time I leave a trace
I got my compass
I found my north
A gentleman’s spirit
And an explorers worth.
I had to connect to both sides to do this.
For I contain both my father and my mother.
Both wanderers in their own way
One in the Navy
One in her life choices.
Both settled after the fray
I lead to follow the footsteps of my forebears
To reconnect with things abandoned long ago.
I don’t know who I am any more.
I lost it along the way.
Every baggage dropped
was a thing forgotten -
A little piece of myself
discarded into dust.
I go to find them.
I hear their call.
Each a treasure
Once a curse
Bags on my back
Hands on my purse.
I clutch my instrument in hand
In all the meanings of the bards of old
I go forth with a clarion voice
And a story needing told.
Everything Indexed
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A
A Poem About BeautyA Song of My Self
A Visit from St. Atticus
A Walk through the Garden
abcs
Abracadabra
Abrasive
America May 2020
B
Baby BoomerBad Time Boys
Be My Therapist
Because I Can
Bowflex
Burn it all down
C
CallaCats
Coming for Us All
Consent to Let Go
Creator of Worlds
E
Ecuadorian Dream HouseExegesis
F
Fatten the CurveForty Two Poems
G
GoldenGood Time Gals
H
Haikus From the Coal RegionHalloweened
Helios and the Local Colours
Her
Hey, fuck up
I
I Am a Bicycle in the RainI Break
I Left It All Behind
I Love You, Mom
I Prefer the Sea Days
I Remember Cape Canaveral
I'm Already Packed
I'm out
In the Mountains Oblivion
Island Gaze
L
Lady LibertineLandmark Erosion
Love Sucks
Lover's Tanka
Lsd in the Afternoon
Luminescence, Cinnamon, Fire, Juniper, Piano
M
ModelMother Earth
Mother Issues
Mourning
My Ass Is Full of Stars
O
Ode to a Dangling SwordOn Isolation
Orchid
P
PotentialPush and let go
Q
Quarantine Day 39R
rambleRather
Remember
S
Sanctity of MorningSatre Causes Nausea
Shades
Shelf Full of Dick
Smoke
Staten Island Mating Call
Stop
T
Thank You, Mitch McConnellThe Mistake of Enlightenment
The Northern Lights and a Dead Moose
The NSA took the Imam away
The Perfect Moment
The Philosopher's Stone
This One is for the English Majors
Thoughts on a Fire
Three
Tulla
W
We Fuck StoneWhat a glorious day to be alive
When You are Stoned
Whiskey Kiss
Will Song