with no thread of flowers to plant your feet on, and into morning air at a hotel room remembering that’s what home felt like.
Let them ruin you a while let them wreck you for a spell
Smell, feel, touch and sound I am a rain child
From solidarity and desire, the trace of winter’s end, Will I always remember that? I see people Scowled on their prophecies, and dreams from before Are never nearly settled in the impression of first want— With these rhythmic ghosts upon red petals, and in the distance The beauty of the dew—vanishing in deeper silence— Terrifying their own voices nightmarish with unease
Don’t look for me I won’t look for you.
The needling of the wind howls in this Barren Cavern Brain Of a man, forlorned.
if I ever had a dream it was not like this / bone split open and blooms /
The likeness of snow-covered heaps on desert-searing nights Of a scathing wind that cursed a name and brought it By the crook of a deserted nest sunbathed by bare hands, Seducing a whistle to the primeval waters that shoehorn rocks Reflected with an awakening flutter within a cold room With lip of ice and loitering hill sides by a pale tide, blistering with mercy;
The sun is a bastard Whom I love. Moon does not understand I am cheating with soil. The mossbeds rise like breath The crows do not observe, they do not know I cheat With worms.
dried leaves rustle like fading nightmares, an urge to suck in colors before me
A hyper-sensitivity of feeling your art connects across the senses The roughness of ancient bark beneath gentle fingertips A kiss from rock-pool water warm against bare ankles
A white stripe daubed across, broken up from left eye to right there is the cottage
I fertilize garden bones as if I would my children preparing first life and then the subtlety the pagala death;
my feet bleed and kiss the ground upon you, sprouting from silhouettes; it beguiles the hassock leaves
in which I am a lady of ash and hair
I can hear the babble and gaggle of the geese hear them splash as they crash in water
this fool world spun in cold-blooded lady i know you
Her fingers tracing mine Lily danced me out of the garden those green eyes brimming lively with purest abandon
i want to feel connected to Mother Earth – wet, black soil after torrential rains swaying tree boughs that yearn to embrace me like old grandmas with calloused hands & toothless smiles