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Aloka
I imagine you
One hundred years from now
Cast in bronze like Balto
In a park in Washington
Children leave a golden glow on your back
Where their hands rest for photos.
The dog who walked a thousand miles
With men who only wished for peace.
You did it Aloka
I hope I get to say that.
We’re all looking for a metaphorical good bar with cheap drinks.
Sad prisoners of flesh
Our battles end limp
With hushed exhale
Do the walls of our hearts squeeze
tight to hold on to us
Or do they simply stop
A stalled vehicle
The driver never to return
Will my bones miss me
When the dust of my ashes
compress to quartz
Perhaps I will be home sick for them
After all that time
Will I
look back
fondly on this cage
Delphi in the Stairwell
In the nightclub stairwell
in mortuary fluorescent light
in the echo there is a man.
He leans against the wall, cigarette with a long draw
He has gossamer hair,
His hat shadow brimmed
His eyes have never seen apathy.
The ashes of late nights
knock off his cigarette.
His posture allures,
Alludes
but his smile promises Red
Marlboro on rooftops,
Molotovs + bacchanal florals.
The party is out there, you know?
But I have never felt so seen,
under wine-dark gaze.
Unity in his isolation.
Prophecy curling
from the smoke at his lips.
The beat drops like aftershock.
He smiles
And the prophet of Delphi
breathed in clarity.
What divinity.
What promise.
From beneath that
wide-brimmed hat.
From a drifter
in forgotten corridors.
What power.
What freedom.
MourningStorm
Out here chasing rabbits and lost causes.
He never did shy away
From sharpness
The innately human thing
The DNA self preserving gene replicating part
Flinches
But his eyes are still as glass topped ponds
Press and it is often the knife that recoils
-MourningStorm777
Did you creep through my window like a vine
The tacky roots of your feet
Fusing with brick
Did your leaves unfold through the window
I kept cracked
Summer breeze invited
No guardian at the threshold
Did you see me
Small
Animal bodied
Sleeping in peony perfume
Did you inhale
And tangle into ephemeral tendrils
Did they root in my nervous system
Did the ghost of your curiosity leave spores on the delicate membranes of my lids
Did I wake
Parasite or host
-Mourningstorm777
Be ungovernable.
When people ask what I’ve been up to but I can’t say re-wiring my whole nervous system, had an ego death, and unlearning cycles of toxic behavior so I just say “working a lot”
Air sign logic: if you can’t make a decision wait for something else to make it for you. ☁️🌬️⚖️
