Snakeskin Tattoo

I could dip my pen

Into the chambers of your heart

Like an inkwell and paint

Your mystery but the letters

Would turn phosphorescent

And blind us both

These neon warnings

That I recklessly ignore,

Light you up like a back alley

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I taste the streets in your kiss

This cotton candy addiction

Scarlet impressions on your collar

I scrub away with chewed up nails

Watching the clock’s betrayl

As it draws in another hour

Of seething loneliness

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I wear your essence

Across my impoverished body

Like a snakeskin tattoo

If only I could peel away

This bitter rind and reclaim

The vulnerable flesh beneath

If only I could be cleansed

The venom of  your shadow culture

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This is not a true story, so no worries

Everyday Saint

I watch him lumber with ataxic gait

Right foot dragging, shackling the left

Hunkering down over artificial limbs

He shuffles his rigid vestigial legs

In microscopic increments

Searching the white light exit

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He calls out to the conductor

In a raw dysphagic voice

No longer able to form words

Only a series of gagging whimpers

Horrible, this shrill barking

It is the sound of suffering

The sound now of my own heart

Aching, a wailing pulse

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The ophidian body grinds to a halt

And the snake’s lips peel back

Revealing rows of rough

Venomous teeth, dripping green

Centimeters at a time the old man

Eases forward on his six spindly legs

A bleak audience immobile

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Finally, a middle-aged Sikh

Reaches his hand out gently

And in a semi-awkward dervish

He frees the old man from

The gaping serpentine mouth

Returning to his seat, a saint

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(I wrote this one on my really off day and I am just very uncertain about it.)

Invincible

I lay down with you

In this shallow grave

This bed that’s

Imprinted with

Our memories

Unresolved

Silence

Tangled

With lust

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Our limbs

Ponderous

And uncertain

We infold our

Hearts into

The sheets

Like glass

Wrapped

In newspaper

Were we to

Tear away the

Protective

Layers

We’d find

Ourselves

Intrinsically

Stained

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I will

Make love

To you

Just to see

Your face in

A different light

Just to break

This fatal atmosphere

And if pleasure

Brings you some relief

I will handcuff

You to the

Bed and drive you

Into the earth

Deep into

Honey-coated

Oblivion

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Close your

Eyes, take

These lies

Down with a kiss

It’ll be alright

Let’s just fuck until

We’re invincible

Day 21 Solstice

We were all fairies once

Freed the dimensionality

Of planar existence

Slivers of pure radiance

We dance now around the maypole

Children of an eternal sun

Tugging the ribbons binding

Our tangled hearts, free

We trample the naked earth

With bare, drumming feet

Hand in hand

Reclaiming our innocence

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Okay technically this was like a week ago but since I am living in Sweden I wanted to honor a Swedish holiday =)

Satyric Spring

She is a satyric spring

A Dionysian allegory

Emitting carnal ambiance

Ravenous, her parasitic kiss

Invokes the symbiote

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She has her own constellation

Starry-eyed sycophants

Seething in black void

She wets her fingers

Snuffing each light

With furious glee

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(I am struggling today with life, with everything really.)

Day 20 Summer Outings

I know I am on 19 but I also know I’ve answered all the prompts so. This summer we’ve not made too many plans due to financial restrictions but two things I really hope to do are:

1. Go to the Kolmården Zoo and The Tropicarium. My husband and I know several of the animal keepers in both places and sometimes in the past we’ve gotten behind the scenes views. For example we got to go into the Elephant enclosure and ride the elephants. We’ve been offered to get up close to the wolves and even interact with the tiger cubs and I really hope we get to do that!

2. We’re really hoping to take Isadora to an Amusement Park we’ve found one that caters to very young children. When I went to the USA we took her to a County Fair and she rode everything that they’d let her on, she was 2 almost 3 then and she wasn’t scared of anything. I nearly had a heart-attack on The Ferris Wheel because I don’t like heights but it didn’t bother her at all.

In town there is a giant play area called Busfabriken that she might go to as well, the grandparents and aunts take her there sometimes. It has all these elaborate tunnels and she can climb all way up to a very high ceiling naturally Isadora does! At the playground too she has to do what the big kids are doing. She’s a little daredevil. She will also go out to my in-laws summer house, she loves it there.

And some pictures taken from Zoos by my talented husband

My wild child playing with her cousin Felix. She is crazy about girly dresses!

Requiem

He fell from the rafters,

Like a noose

Death’s own emissary

His throat swollen shut

Face blue with concealment

Each movement perilous

Until finally he ground himself

Into complete stasis

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He wears despair

In smudges of charcoal

In the hollow above

His cheekbones

Insomniac eyes

That dream without

The aid of sleep

This animated corpse

Stands in places

You once stood

He wears your face

Cleverly, like a tipped fedora

But he’s got the eyes of a dying fish

Vacuous and filled with bug-eyed panic

Windows, these grim eyes

Sometimes I see his heart

Collapsing behind them

Like decomposing fruit

His mind is a limestone quarry

I see his residue

In the cracks on the floorboards

Like the painted face of a Geisha

Moon pale and beautiful

Brilliant spirit, crumbling

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Barely breathing, this suicide

Assumes a requiem of its own

In the haunting patterns

Of your clarion heartbeat

Steadily I’m hammered down

Into a wafer-thin imitations of myself

Together I keep us both pressed

Between the pages of my notebook

Bloody Rorschach impressions

We’ve become virtually indistiguishable

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some of you know my husband is severely Depressed and this is about living with him

 

 

Larval Stage

A living embodiment of artistry

Charming and vivid, your beauty

Renders you untouchable

Devious in your labyrinthine

Simplicity, I add texture

To our quiet encounters

Painting you with my own

Patterned expectations

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You fall into enigma

Pendulous these formless

Feelings sway heavily

In my heart

Gaining momentum

With your resonance

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In my dreams we coil

Around each other

In reality we only mingle

Pulling away before

Embrace, so close

But never close enough

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You allude me, painted

Serpentine tongue, your

Halcyon words become venom

And this infection may

Only be in the larval stage

But through you I now decay

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You dilute me with watery eyes

A bird against the window pane

I will beat myself to death

To get close to you

You who I now see through

Is there anything inside

Or are you really just a

Flamboyant mistake?

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(I realize how far behind I am and I can’t tell my ass from my head at the moment oh how to catch up lol My writing is still shaky though I did feel inspired by this picture I don’t feel I was able to convey the poem in my heart fully)

 

 

Day 18 Summer Reading

I’d like to say I have some fabulous books planned but truthfully I haven’t bought books in a long time. Living in Sweden and not yet speaking Swedish limits me to children’s novels and crime/drama novels in English. I do read my share of children’s books having a 3 year old though lol But I don’t really like dimestore novels.

One book I hope to read that I bought when I last went to the states is The Tibetan Book of the Dead (not an easy read despite the fact that I already know a lot of content from studies)

I also have a huge biography on Arthur Rimbaud I’ve not gotten through yet. I love biographies!

Some books and authors I love and occasionally read despite having read them before

Jim Carroll I love both his poems and his autobiographies.

James Baldwin he’s an excellent writer very gritty realistic images of America in the 50s and 60s his novels deal a lot with racism, homo/bisexuality, and love (not in a warm fuzzy way). His characters are very realistic portraits of broken people and he’s brilliant at creating realistic relationships.

Edmund White (autobiographical novels)

Sylvia Plath poetry as well as her journals

The Tao of Abundance the best self-help book I have ever read, its huge but its brilliant and you can pretty much open the book up on any page and feel better about yourself. It’s the source of many of my philosophical beliefs

I’d like to get my hands on some books about Shinto one in particular and I cannot remember the name right now unfortunately

The Tao of Pooh

A Clockwork Orange

1984

Vurt