Gaishijin

writings & things

[bluesycobalt]

To Pech and Natsu

Cat, O cat,

So firm in my grasp

So really and truly there.

Cat, O cat,

Oh good friend of mine,

This blanket is ours to share.

Your bones are so thin,

Your fur is so soft,

Your head fills the palm of my hand.

Your chirps, your purrs,

Your licks and your kneads,

All conspire to help keep me calm.

I know that one day,

I'll blink and I'll see,

That ten years you've already gone.

So be so firm

In my grasp, if you please,

'Til the day that you must shuffle on

[bluesycobalt]

Live oak, his leaves

Leaning into the lake,

Takes a big sip.

The guilty tree in question:

[bluesycobalt]

Sympathy Card

Underneath fluorescent lights

          Like a meat locker,

I have been given to sign

          a sympathy card.

My coworker's mother died.

          I don't know him well,

                    I did not know her at all.

What the hell

          can I write?

"Sorry for your loss,"

          Below "Hallmark"

[bluesycobalt]

The rustle of leaves,

Gurgle of Westcott Fountain,

Massage weary ears.

With this melody near me,

How can my mind not be still?

[bluesycobalt]

O, you red brick path,

The dirt of so many years,

Lends you many hues.

Even when things are crumbling,

Your sturdy clay bears my weight.

[bluesycobalt]

“Self care” they say.

Put yourself first, be yourself

Personal freedom.

No, absolutely not, I won’t hear it.

Throw yourself recklessly at others.

[bluesycobalt]

Lillian's Plaint

To make your claims like you did,

To boast, to whisper promises,

Lulling me so sweetly

I didn’t even hear you leave.

The black bangs in my eyes

Make them water

Til they wilt.

And turn my dress wet and heavy.

Cheap polyester tears in my fingers.

The hard work of some poor woman.

All threads seem bare now,

Bare millimeters from naked humanity.

My cheeks tremble, my throat hurts.

I could have been a good wife, I'd say,

But you would think I’m blustering.

How could I be your mistress?

I said I would ruin my life,

Before you perverted me.

And I did just that.

That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

May your rotten halls

Fill with gold diggers and sycophants.

We’ll all collapse together,

If you even still notice me.

[bluesycobalt]

To Sei

Your words comfort

Long after your autumn evening,

The crows nested.

How do you do, miss dead lady?

My head rests on your pages.

[bluesycobalt]

Aqua Regia

Pour the royal water of philosophy from a golden cup, And melt your brain.

Then stare down the smooth bore of a thousand canons, And be killed by words.

Fill your glassy hours with sand 'til sweet words turn sour And bury your hope.

The duty of kings is to find It, chop It all up, scatter the ashes.

The duty of sages is to find the pieces, string them together, make It whole again.

But please don't begrudge the kings, They play their part. It's we who easily bore.

But we do have to come back to It, again and again, all that was and is.

Over and over, 'til eternity itself sounds silly and cliche. It's nothing but the golden rule Always was, always will be.

[bluesycobalt]

Our children Have been given Worlds of pleasure. And now we must ask How to take it from them.

[bluesycobalt]

On the Occasion of a Sick Day

Noise of cars, on the unseen road. I look from my window— Rain falls on my roof But leaves no sound.

[bluesycobalt]

A new Tallahassee is born Every time a friend leaves. Yet the old ones still linger, like ghosts.

[pulchrasilva]

Does the left hand of darkness pass the bechdel test?

yes - there are no men

no - there are no women

secret third option (boring)

Voting ended onMar 7, 2023

If you vote please explain your reasoning pretty please

[bluesycobalt]

i have no fucking clue how old this post is but the correct answer is no because there are no women in that book there is one man and a whole bunch of gethenians

[bluesycobalt]

World, loud with voices, Can I improve the silence? Oops, flubbed it.

[bluesycobalt]

Muggy evening storm Raindrops blur the lightpost Lightning flash!

[bluesycobalt]

Cheap sake seeps through my gums. My eyelids burn scrubbed petrol And buzzing nausea asks my assistance.

My muscles ask me to punch and harm, but what would that do? They've asked the same question, For so long, But the only thing they beat is my cock.

Tomorrow I'll lay off the alcohol, Tomorrow I'll stop masturbating, Tomorrow I'll restart and take care, But the eternal today carries on a slow-motion suicide.

[bluesycobalt]

Screen Lizard

A lizard clings to a pool screen, And it seems like he floats In mid-air.

The lizard clings to invisible film, Is he even aware of what He's attached to?

Only when the wind blows through, Rocking the fibrous strands Does he notice.

My monkey mind holds eight branches, Even those branches which are No longer there.

The lizard searches up to the sky, Down to the grass, and Across the pool.

The pool shimmers quietly, mutely, Its soundless ripples roving, Who can hold them still?