Choices

What if

the gods bailed out on us

and forked roads will soon start

rolling out like muddy carpets?

A mine field and a meadow.

Choices—shots in the dark.

I am inflamed with curiosity.

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Scarlett

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I’ll chase you down

like one does for a setting sun,

.

and right here, right now,

as I foam with silence

.

at the murky mouth,

I can swear, “even if it’s

.

the last thing I do”.

Just so you know,

.

the unwanted red came in today–

the sweat unseen,

.

the reality of your unrealness.

I worshiped the idea of you

.

in my little noggin’

where you flew your kites;

.

where your burlap dress billowed;

where you were the womb’s fruit

.

these past few (prized) days,

but they dragged you away from me.

.

Those colorful things–

Wretched! Oh, how I hate them

.

for pulling us apart.

I’ll chase you still, though

.

just as I have promised

but for now, I’m a lake

.

quiet and steady, conversing

with the heavens ahead.

.

I’ll ask them to care for you

as I reflect these boiling stars–

.

your shadow, your body.

So hush my darling.

.

Rest your heart.

Dot the yonder Milky Way.

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**Photo: Pinterest.com**

Imagine

 

terranea-life-tempest-ship

 

imagine

an empty vessel

aimlessly dancing

to the tune of

a tempest

knots undid

sails bared

gray and nothing

obituaries abound

waiting for its

gilded body and

tin foil anchor

to give up the fight

to tire and sleep

on the beds below

sand blankets and

black cushions

lulled by the sea

the barren bulk

keeps fighting its

fainting lids

and fading varnish

such a lovely eulogy

of deranged resilience

for a bosom

wooden and broken

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

***artwork: terranealife.com***

Beast

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He salivated.
Wearing a woolen armor
and crimson lenses

that leaked caustic juices,
a picture of pain pinned on his face–
illuminated by the silver cutlery

and the golden candelabra.
Rabid with joy
as he scampered to pull

the persian from underneath
his nude craving–
a princess-turned-goner–

an hourglass of nectar, with his
roots, “my foot will surely anchor
her”, he chuckled to himself.

He shivered with excitement
as she bled the last drops of innocence
and kissed his gaping mouth

(what a rotten nest!)–
He’s feverish with delight–
about to eat a rosy piece–

a healthy chunk
cleaved by empty spaces
carved by dreaded truths,

perfected by imperfections.
He licked her aquiline pride,
sniffed the little piggies,

and bit her belly–
it was a marriage of her
skin and his tooth

and the
hallowed birth of
their blistered minds.

**artwork: N.E. Perkins**

Free

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Throw your fears away!

Their truths. Your lies.

Out onto the starry sky!

Out onto the open blue!

The body politic–

Whitman’s amorphous electric–

With hallowed names

Dressed in gold and all–

Swallows the blood.

Drinks the sins.

Chews thy crazy minds.

Your shoulders–

Gargoyles’ nests–

Empty them.

Libertine bells will sing

Ding! dong! ding!

to celebrate each

twitch and itch

of awakening skins

inflamed to burst and bloom

for the end finally stood for a portrait–

museums are craving it with

watering mouths. So

Surrender your fiends

From those pockets, my darlings.

Sniff and lick

the beauty of freedom.

 

 

artwork by anonymous artist

 

 

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