If I were the moon
would the wind carry your voice
as you lie savage and exposed
beneath my oscillating tides?
Pearl
I have too much of the moon in me,
Her exposure elicits my cravings.
In order to subsist I must burn
Yet I cannot shake these doubts
That wear me down to ash.
–
My failures read without introduction.
I am lost, perhaps absent, certainly unwilling.
I am without consistency or echo.
When was the last time you had
A conversation that didn’t involve regurgitation?
When was the last time your eyes
Were regarded with certainty?
–
The wolves are tugging at my elbows.
There is no poultice that can soothe
My aggravation and no authority
That I have not assembled against.
Do not tell me why “should” or how “to”
Just let me live, a crumb bludgeoned
To perfection by a slick grey tongue.
Suitor
The moon spars under a black tarp,
An abrasion of silver glinting
Like the chords of a severed chrysalis.
Who unzips you, fictitious sister?
Who exsanguinates your ripe heart
That each month you retreat
Behind a famished smile?
Is it either the favored sun
Or the red-faced warlord
Opposed by your sovereign?
*
I wrote several little poems yesterday on the bus. I will be pretty distracted the next two weeks. My national exam is coming up and well I have a lot going on at the moment.
The Chase
October Moon Stepping Stones
I chase your lupine eyes into the moon,
Into the witch’s revolving hands
Which darken at times
As a water-lily in expiration.
Between motes of regolith
Your ether feigns hunger
I’ll die first or trying.
My fingers ghost your enigma
Plucking the seams of your seamless smile
I want to straddle your bones
In the light of a thousand fornicating fireflies
To be the man who doesn’t depart in dawning
*
I checked out a book on surreal poetry today and I just had to try writing something of my own =)
Regolith
Eric Lacombe
I drank the silence
As carbon monoxide
Killing myself as surely
As if I’d brandished
A weapon.
Denial is not
A measure of peace
But the harbinger
Of an interminable war
My heart’s muffled chorus
Is as distant from me now
As a coyote’s domain is
From the apogee
Of its congenital muse
I cannot not reach her
Even in exploitation
For I have composed
Of her a goddess and forgotten
That she measures blood
Only in its propensity
To exacerbate pain
She, like her lunar sister
Is composed of regolith
(The residue of tears
Extinguished without profit)
She hangs sullen in my chest
Like a reading light
Casting discarnate tumors
Over every sliver
Of uncultivated flesh
A slave to munitions
And these words
No matter how
Beautiful or beastly
Will never express me
In my entirety
So I pick up the pen
And I make the first incision
Lifting mortality from my
Long-standing bones
Even if it takes a lifetime
I’ll free myself
These necrotizing customs
*
Despite being sick I thought I’d attempt a little something
Bastet’s Shadorma Prompt #4 Moon
A lone form
Surveys from above
Unblinking
Basilisk
An anoetic soul burns
A dulcet halo
Shepherd Senryu and Silver Senryu
Endymion
He endears the light
Of a simpering Goddess
Through guileless slumber
Nomad
You gather your heart,
A suitcase overflowing
With nomadic vows
North Star
You are Polaris
The light that welcomes me home
When all hope seems lost
Silver
Your thighs surrender
Silver and Dionysian
To a savage mouth
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I seem to be headed for my seizure cycle again (seizures through the night), lost an entire 1 hour yesterday and was late getting Isadora from school. After the lost time I had a massive headache which I still have so this might be gibberish I can’t even tell.
Submission for
Atramentous
I keep thinking of your heart
Like the surface of the moon
Atramentous craters, surrounded
By a milk powder outline as if
You had resigned yourself to a
Prolonged infancy. Some days
You don’t even move, you just
Lie there gagging on the exhaust
Of retiring stars, frightened by
The finality of an articulated wish
Free Love
1
She arranges the doves nesting
In the folds of her paisley print skirt
Adjusts the daisy behind her left ear
And proffers an otherworldly smile
To every soul in want of intimacy
2
She is wild, lupine, endemic
Her pale thighs clutch my spine
As I accelerate her orbit
Around the moon
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