#poetryposted

[dirty-milk]

The mountain’s shadow

wears me like a coat

wraps my veins in chains.

We walked the pinnacle peak

eyes eating the lacuna and bleak -

Mother Moon

campaigns in the plains

shines an overture

smiles from her cosmic coverture.

You & I & our sub-lunar bliss;

remains in the reins.

[cavilite]

That’s Not In My Dictionary

This language that has no words  for the things I wish to say, only beautiful blown glass ornaments useless in their breathtaking light

This language that has no words I have spoken it all my life saying nothing nothing but what I am expected to say

This language that has no words becomes hard and heavy like an irreparably broken and ancient machine as I try to move it with my bare hands to speak with a voice it was not made to carry

G.K. 11 November, 2017

[dirty-milk]

[dirty-milk]

I’m Fine, Why Do You Ask?

Cull me from the cult of continuity - unmake my mother’s madness. I am faithless blood sputtering through a faceless flood and I demand to be buried in the half light.

What is a birthright if not the bell toll? What is a belly dance if not a death roll?

Quell me quantum; sing me separated subatomics. I am honored omega screaming a ceasing the cicadas would be proud of.

[dirty-milk]

Last night I slept in an oblivion, this morning I wiped the chaos from my eyes and yawned a superposition. Your arms wrapped around me like an event horizon and I sink back into you.

[dirty-milk]

Bury my lungs in the soil with your name still in them. I’ll cough a storm to call you, tuck you in in sheets of rain. The clouds are heavier than your head love don’t let your heart follow.

[dirty-milk]

[dirty-milk]

And so I bargained with the earth and made promises to clouds, filled my belly with stones that my head might stay put. It was raining when you called me and I’m looking at a bag I stole thinking you might just steal me too.