terça-feira, 16 de dezembro de 2025

Margaret Unmoored

Unmoored
 
Up and down the county
create those new lives for yourself girl
Each one a colorful dramatic twirl
Choreographies you did in highschool

rehearsing to be the girl too cool
Your parents pulled you out
Before you could become the star
Some still wonder where you are

Your tongue tells the story
sometimes battling the lips
Until the sticky details emerge
like a wet passionate kiss

In and out of hostels and friendships
fresh people intense conflicts
Convince others of your hardship
Insisting on a cruel world

Convincing the  other lost souls
pushing your tall stories
Until they wedge consensus
validated no time for curing

Now to the next town feelings ignore them
In that old car you drive around in
Stale apolstry the sense of boredom
Take away meals dull mainstreet lamps

These small town motels vicious monsters for the fiercely lonely



Oomf in the chi

 Wanted extra spice
that which is forbidden
Tight needs so well hidden
wrapped up in a small packet

A secret hobby
a little oomf in that chi
A little shroom in the tea
A boom in the missile

Spring in the prance
a sense life is just chance
prohibited and lead astray
Small desire reason gives way


segunda-feira, 15 de dezembro de 2025

Smooth your consonants

 Letters don´t form a word I just sigh
Syllables never met my lips
But the sight of you tickles the eye
the sound and rhythm of it I ken not

I haven't pronounced it
Not knowing feels deep
Will it match her image
infecting sleep

A piece that identity
Her name I haven't uncovered
So unwilling to discover
How it would feel saying it

 To enunciate your vowels
smooth your consonants like milk
Like a closed letter, paper as silk
waiting on a bench as if denied

offended being looked at, you hide
offended at not being opened
It's probably written on the underside
summing you up boldly

your fingers once folded
your tongue passed by
your name is unknown to me
Omission, too true to be a lie



The Highland Strack

 Night time
fresh foliage
dew and mist
something stirs between the mountains

Tree tops move
something creeps
dragging a big body
grinding bark kicking up leaf litter

Branches swish
rustling then it bursts
out upon the highway
The oncoming car veers crashes gone

It head the size of a car
It's body a small bus
It wanders on toward the next village
There it will destroy everything 

Because it is the strack
The lost mammal coming back to life
The peril of the gargantuan hairy clawed beast
Moving through mountains perpetrating violent doom

Into chaotic ponds

Chaotic Ponds 

I the Maniac
 I am real feral 
Failed edges of reality
I the humble it all crumbles

Way off into chaos and directionless
Watch me sprout whole like a mythical tadpole
Seeking shelter as fiends advance among aquatic plants
Big enough now to crawl out from behind the veil to eat them all


The culprit of the world game

 I attempt to open my mouth
I want to write about it
It is so null and void
hyper redundant

This big lovely game of pretend
The world is based on
sparkle for me
shut the truth out

I wanted to go into the complexity
the ridiculous details of the past
What a pretty basket we share
Many painted rocks

I attempted to defend myself
I am the culprit
screaming I'm the scapegoat
hyper redundant so null and void

This big game we all play
I lost and refused to concede defeat
Just a tuft from a wig
a halfway man

An accidental comedian
A tragic cringe moment
That endures a decade
in every vein and muscle


Invisible and full of illusion

 I walk across
I don't want to be seen
My eyes down make me invisible
steel and clumsy movement

The heaviness
this heart must carry
across the floor imagine I'm not there
metaphor brocolli or spinach

Why seek still
lust smashes me
empties me
wrything I'm wounded

Every wound an organ reopening
ritual sabotage
not enough time to forgive myself
before thoughts sting

Venemous hornet 
into the mind and heart
excitement and shock
illusions stack over my person

why seek me yet
I don't want to be seen
I want to fade into the weight of the world
Not the one you push or pull

the one that puts out the fires
of ruinous infatuation