Wrought with enigma, a young leader weeps.
Woe be to her, the angel cries herself to sleep.
Belittled and sarcastic, Postmen anger in the morning light.
Trouble-man and estuary keep us all in identical states.
Poles and transcendence, men of great power share ilk with even youth.
They group at the never and fasten your collar.
Package delivery, even at night, is welcomed and true.
Trim your mustache and smile.
Our paths will cross again.
Let love seal the unity.
Take my hand, and I will warm your steps.
It’s morning, and the birds are all South.
But the work continues, whether you are tall or short.
This, in months, will be new again.
Honey and liquor are our soothers.
The packet is full, and we brought the oars.
She is our breath — lumens.
(Poem Inspired by John Ashbery)
Don’t stifle their excitement; ham-on rye,
sham-on high; spell the words out,
lance them with a needle,
shatter the shadows,
Belittle men, pamper your women, tamp fires.
pushing the trees,
angering the elder gods,
harboring the cape and circling,
avid warrior, shaped betrayer, ax in hand,
blood tastes of iron, polish your blade; glory.
Today is the last day to grab my first chapbook for free — until midnight PST, I do believe.
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As always, thanks for reading and supporting my work.
Relax in your skin, aboriginal beauty,
long-toothed materialistic lady, saturated
rock face, your maternal bells ring-a-
ding in your head, and you’ve only
just begun to experience the night: a
rapid ascension into outer space – lag
basted into a comet’s tail. Oh, majestic
one, comb your hair with the fish-gut,
scum-smut; angry knowledge doesn’t
suit you; it’s an ugly skin suit; a flavor
of coffee that you refuse outright; rain
coming down, splatting on your new do;
you’re not going to die here, you’ll
float in the water: buoy and preserver
of all life, of everything on paper, wasp
stinger, scant and slight and grated
and topped off with cherries, creamed
together with vinegar, your taste buds
alight with youthful memories, your Ib,
your Sheut, the mirror isn’t the same on
both sides; jumping around on heated
soil, you can use it; mimesis; gaze upon
yourself from this vantage, we can see
you, too, forgotten one, nubile innocent
girl, questioner of values, castigate of
burning villages and melting skin, use
not the fear and sadness inside your own
beating heart, we ease all encumbrance;
so enjoy your gate, your throne, your crown,
our hand an ensign for safe travels, we
we’ll guide you through the gull, ooze and
slime, shaded meadows, sunny rocks;
trust in us and we shall arrive, remain
trapt inside your head and waste away
on the sand; let us thrive, symbiosis, we
are the gratitude all others lack; keep us.
Currently, my first poetry chapbook is free on Amazon. It should remain that way until Wednesday!
Here’s a link for the download! Enjoy!
Thanks to all of the continued support (which includes you!), I have produced my fourth chapbook.
Titled “Nature and Man,” this collection of poems explores how man and nature work together and sometimes collide in the process. I enjoyed putting it together, I hope you enjoy reading it.