Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Hallelujah! Praise be to All Us The Buddha The Christ And the Unknown Glory to the rain The sun, the dirt The pleasure the pain Hark to the hawk The snake and the now Chant the holy words of frogs Dance on the edge of caws Om joy om Purr forth purr Trill thrill trill Warble with wonder Strum the voice Of God
Breathe in Then sigh Vocalize this moment Hum away the why Pop, crack, and snap Like the candle Lighting your path Dippity do dah My oh my Such a wonderful day Trumpet divinity Rejoice! In thebirdsong Of all eternity
This fire in me Wants to burn Raging free Like faith from chaos And love from cold
It needs to Burn like forest Burn like sky Burn like heaven Atop my pyre Of dried fir needles Affixed tinder and twigs My incense soaked desires Purified by sage and smoke Offered to Astraea Burn like my dreams And their taunting demons That constantly bark At my angels and hide My one and only match
I want a good purge The old fashioned kind Like books versus witches Like when I used to throw away all my satanic cassettes and CD’s After a compelling Church forced sermon Or when I took peyote and threw up for hours Before becoming fully aware Or finding my soulmate After getting dumped Or when I was baptized And emerged from the water, From the arms of the holy man Or when I was abandoned Lost, passed out, alone But found God in the roam
I want to burn it all The filth. The scum. The self absorbed. The haughty. The vain. The evil. The sin. I want to walk through the fire barefoot and naked Consume thy bones of this body faded Vomited by coyotes And finally be made Into something holy
Greens have given way to yellows Warmth has given way to numb Bikinis have given way to jackets Religion has given way to football Graduations have given way to shitty jobs Education has given way to school Hope has given way to reality Peace has given way to war Bounty has given way to dearth Dry has given way to rain Sunshine has given way to moon light Warmth has given way to wind Bright has given way to grey Forest has given way to fire
The absent sound of you playing guitar Has given way to the strings of my heart Breaking
Eternity drifts over and athwart freezing in place Its dawn tipped shimmering powder bunches up Like the way dust finds the sexy bare naked curves Of history eventually resting into willing settlement In only the most remarkable and compelling events Gathering upon catenaries, craters, nooks, extinctions Astroid vestiges, and within the dark side of Gaia’s womb Woven testimony to earth’s stages of development Twisting double helical strands of an arctic tapestry
Epoch epitaphs etched in gnarled waves of vast indigo Gods of rock, marble, permafrost, sea, bones, breath Forgotten icy dregs afloat in the wake of man’s shadow The cold always numb, constant, plodding and slow It vocalizes friction, snapping, pops and loud cracks Like the joints of old men creaking in rocking chairs Pining for good music and the way things used to be Back when New Orleans, Bangkok and polar bears Weren’t all gone and lying at the bottom of the sea
Where do you keep your clowns? What secrets lurk twisting in a storm? A place for shadows to frolic Upon shores of abandoned lighthouses Dilapidated oceans dripping from sun A phallic shaped memorial to circus in the gloom with a rickety staircase Sinistrorsely snaking around the shaft A helter-skelter nod to the absurd like a link to the atavistic need to prank For the sake of shaking its tail afoot to that last vestige of ridiculousness A beacon to laughs and the bizarre amidst all the misery and impending cold.
An ekphrastic poem inspired by this wonderful image by Lee Madgwick. This was written for the writing prompt at dVerse tonight. There are more images and links to poems to inspire you there.
The sky is winter Wyoming wind wailing Nestled in the purple Choking vacuum of forever All the air drawn and quartered out I am its broken accordion with torn bellows I hear a b minor chord faintly playing from the chest of my dead Dad, lying on his back Cold frozen light illuminates his gazeless face like the fading phosphorescence of an old black and white TV screen turned off I kiss his cheek and regret hating him for hitting me, For all of the stupid shit For all the things I’m sure we’d have patched up And for wishing I’d be more of a man like my brother
I finally snapped out of my midnight daze Rain beading down the windows in the back of a dark ambulance the EMT said I just had a seizure I didn’t believe them Miscast magicians holding the ace of spades, my dove heart and IV In one hand while making me reappear In the other after and before the puff of smoke and whorl of overdose still wafting from a strangers big glass dick filled with smack and god knows what else in the back of his Chevelle
My heart landed between my legs And my brain crashed close by Watching from behind eyes swept under the black asphalt Detached and trapped behind a whiskey bottle helpless as my pistil forced and taken wide open by his shiny gun buried in my back I prayed to God to pull his stinger out and stop raping me
but he never did
I pick up a baby sparrow and set it back in the nest tho’ still young next time it falls it will know to spread its wings and fly away.
Seek ye sounds and hear the collective bugle calls! O’ osprey n’ lumbering locomotive bawls Hear its honking trombone plunger muted feature Garbled warble like the voice of Charlie Brown’s teacher Come down to the river! Bathe in its charming drawl!
The shoreline beckons, a welcoming stretch To: down and outs, junkies, unhoused, and sketch Stern ships and steam paddles once thundered aweigh T’was trolleys n’ hoglines before the salmon swam away
I imagine them buoyed upon anticipation and swells Pushing past, picturesque placid particulated shells Gliding delicately o’er past century fast moving tides Their fishing nets once bulging from the men’s pride
Sand sprawls underneath as I balance stones atop cairns Glinting sunshine daps the surface, practicing my zen I tiptoe by tangled plastic bags, needles, and appliance insides Amid the whir from E-bikes, bicycles and sweaty joggers’ thighs
My heart beats alive in this cool water and bore produced song! I love you, sweet Willamette! Oh joy to you in my bikini and thong! Basking in your mien, laying rocks on one another Despite the Melancholy Accident going on o’er yonder
Before I ever met you I’d spend entire days perched on building ledges and standing at front doors Of potential dates and mates Too scared to walk in or fly off Like a broken gargoyle Peeing down its leg Incapable of warding off even my weakest demons
Like all the famous astronauts and astronomers who spent days peering at the heavens I’ve stared too long at the stars orbiting inside your baby blues, to no longer deny that God exists I’ve adored them in all their phases Like when we drank, when we cried When we laughed at their gods When we chanted to ours And how they danced When we made love I watched them fall asleep holding My kitty’s purr next to your chest I still remember their sparkle when you took my hand and jumped off the edge Into oblivion with mine
I obsessed with how the concrete Might feel at terminal velocity And how women in navy dresses Wearing crooked, mottled hats And crows in business casual attire Will flock and point fingers, phones, and beaks at me As my guts, heresy and brains seep out You didn’t talk me down Or notice my clipped wings Instead you pulled me closer Even after I told you I cheated
Five years in the grand suicide Under the trials of gravity I came to believe in infinity and that there was no end But like a tap on the shoulder After just shooting up The austerity of landing abruptly came courtesy of Newton’s 3rd Law I watched you drive away and over my rived faith in a rented U-haul Its ventricles, aortas, and nebulae tamped into a beautiful stellar constellation Plotted out on an asphalt map A daguerrotype and testament published posthumously Of my true love to thee
I am the un-drank cheer and the spilled champagne Of the New Year’s promises that wind up supine, dead In unmarked ravines Or in the backs of vans Speeding across dark skies Like a wayward pop bottle shrieking to a soundless grave
Gathered hope laid upon pyres Names that I wore on my crown The art of insect fueled memory Perched upon my throne of branches Bound by tireless nervous beaks Of caw championed chants to hollow Halls of great tree boughs and bark Bramble cobbled twigs and thorns Affixed into tinder before the match
I am the spavined birthday cake Left out for more than a week Touch my swollen ashy black scars Bored out from forgotten candles Left smoldering in the sweet of dark Feel my pierced side, get your crucifix Of double chocolate addicted heroines Whom so many took their own lives Like the tragic beauty of a falling star
I admire your art of blending in I’ve watched how you exhibit The mastered tricks of your trade From early antlers into a crown Like a faerie perfecting flight Before you have your wings When these were Viking days You’d allegiantly wear his bones But for today and your role now Just his scars will have to do
I know because I wear them too I stash his music inside my flesh And his song woven from flute He is my consort and my duality My first particle & my wave goodbye Lets revel in this shared Bodhi Dance forth with wine And pull the moon Down over our cheeks
Like two shapeshifters Caught in each other’s gaze I see your headlights The dear stuck inside of you I see your cherry picked spots and your juicy starring roles We’re two conjoined stars accreting A catenary between our souls’ hips A tangled, tentacle mess Like when cuttlefish fuck
We both know, we can’t hide Our chthonic born skins forever So lets uncover our smiles And peer past the fig tree roots Past the machinations of gender Past the strangulations of convention For just one glorious moment Within the madness of these times
When he comes looking for me Peering into suffused glints of shadow Where cranky floorboards whine to nobody In lonely fields of dead ends and sudden stops Except my company of wind and its palpable silence
He won’t ever give up, my constant hunter Like a wolf hot on me and my fox cradled scent No safety in oak built canopy or snake spun rivers My voice on constant repeat, “keep running” Like the sun, the scared, and the prey
I am getting to that age that whenever The wind blows just right and the moon’s head is cocked perfectly I hear myself whicker An aging mule in the candlelight of my bones My rib tuned piano whispers sharper every day
Soon I’ll molt off my sun dried summer skin And ditch the campfire and beer songs To a cowboy’s goodbye, a wink and a smile Knelling his shiny bell with his trusty steed A sequin stitched requiem fallen fallow On Fall’s fraying executioner’s dark hood
My bored out heart and overworked hands Given to the worms, to soil, to dirt, to frost Culled by bent beak rotting into oblivion Praying that she’ll burst from my hollowed chest Like a lotus seed growing from this muddy wake
I am pleased to announce that my poem Some Kind of Blue will be published and included in a new poetry anthology by Ingrid Wilson called, “The Anthropocene Hymnal: Songs of a self-defining Era” The description: A poetic response to the joint crises of climate change and biodiversity loss. Featuring the work of internationally-renowned and bestselling poets including Gabriela Marie Milton, Ivor Steven and Sherry Marr. Voices from five continents join in song to protest the damage we are doing to our only home, planet earth: these ‘songs of a self-defining era’ are the poems which comprise The Anthropocene Hymnal.The editor Ingrid Wilson was voted Spillwords Author of the Month in February 2021. Her poetry has been widely published both online and in print. She is the owner and editor of www.experimentsinfiction.com.If anyone is interested in preordering it from Amazon for Kindle here is the link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0993CM2PCOr if you want to skip the major retailer you can wait til July 24th and order it off Ingrid Wilson’s website www.experimentsinfiction.com...all proceeds she receives through her website will be donated to the WWF.