I wish the dog would be useful for once & walk up the road for booze. I was thinking why not Guinness. well it’s not rich enough
you know what else
walking with my niece yesterday my feet got so sweaty I took off my joggers
She told me twice:
don’t take them off you’ll get a bee sting again
& you know instead
I improvised bees being blown inland from the coast. she stared just to humour me. the sun in her face. we turned to go home & stopped to inspect rat tracks in the dirt.
I stepped on two bees
I should’ve listen to you shouldn’t I , scraping sting barbs from my toe, arse in the dirt. Yeah you should have listened to me. I put those sneakers back on & carried her home in my arms.
Taking action…
Generous
Uninhibited
Manifest
All our supported
Clarity
Courage
In every endeavor
Expansive
Provocation
Messenger inter-activate
Perception
Observed
Joyous offering
Outrage
Nourished
Vitality
My values…
Only in small ways
As I have remained a punk
Ethics aren’t values?
Bearing Witness…
(to swiftness of Spring on unceded Wa si’ Siw land in the high-desert of Da Wa Aga.)
Quickened transmission
A sweet reveal
Delicate strangers emerge from a husk
Perched on the tips of pointed sticks
Breeze scoops down from a high peak
Ruffled corpses collect
Shadow blurs below waxy leaves
Our warmth turns wretched
Take a plunge if you are able
Or take cover
Before being pelted by half-eaten fruits
Stain the streets
Ushers in the darkest day
Wet piles resurrect
Watch as they crawl beneath a cloak
Resting behind a latched door
Pining again
Love Letters...
Love waits quietly
in your ink. It doesn't want to
to be too annoying.
I tried a new approach where first draft was much more verbose. I stripped it down, then down again… Had fun with this style.
Love letters…
Read one
Thoughtful
Not addressed to me
Or rather
It was
Need to heal
Want to hear
Responsible to
Restraint
Blend intention with grace
Consideration
What say you
How you say
To whom
Love this stripped down style <3
Today I made a long one
What’s at stake…
Begin by closing the eyes
An image will appear on the screen shortly
Appreciate the backs of the eyelids
Calmly
Casually scan the image for clues
Still no picture?
Keep them closed
It’s only time
Not long ago,
We made antennas from tinfoil
Yea, the kind worn on the heads of…
You get the picture
Still no picture?
Everybody out here tryin to do
Their thing
Those who wish to be left alone
The types who touch tenderly
Or in a way that punishes
How to look into those eyes?
Of the one snarling in my face
Change the channel
Now what do you see?
A loudspeaker looms over head
Sounds spill out
Thunderous messages make no sense
Some embrace the oppressive rattling
Bathing & feeding
The powerful muscle centered in
Their chest
Not mine
An organ, much like the one I own
Individually wrapped
Synched to an ancient rhythm
Each one will start
& it will stop
We all share in that victory of defeat
As much as I may want to
Generously hammer a wooden stake
right through
Those with whom I deeply disagree
All who love me
& the care we pursue
Will be tarnished, torn apart
Readjust the focus
Still no picture?
It must be in here somewhere
A great ocean...
A great cosmic ocean
swells and sings
battering bodies
strong enough to bear it
Tides seperate
sea from sea
clusters of life meet
and part
No port nor harbour
can hold those vessels
big enough
to carry the weight
of love
wild and wide
as a wave.
A great ocean…
Holds all we’ve ever known
Bouncing satellite signals
Swelling like a smashed thumb
Recedes beneath the sand
Those dwelling inside
Got nowhere else to hide
Oh god, I read the d-e-a-t-h acronym as prompts! 😝 hello dyslexia you old ball bag.
Ok well I guess I did an extra, which makes up for letting fear win last week 😉
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Don’t worry, it’s only monumental exchange
Don’t worry love
Let go
Eyes cloudy,
face desperate
Is this worse or better than birth?
Don’t worry
Afterwards
comes freedom
Allow it all to break away
Don’t worry
Does it hurt?
I hold a drum &
beat the rhythm of Mother Earth
Don’t worry
My fear is my own
As you can’t speak
Ill love & speak for both of us
I love this as a prompt and response!
Shitty poetry
Friday.
You know
I wish the dog would be useful for once & walk up the road for booze. I was thinking why not Guinness. well it’s not rich enough
you know what else
walking with my niece yesterday my feet got so sweaty I took off my joggers
She told me twice:
don’t take them off you’ll get a bee sting again
& you know instead
I improvised bees being blown inland from the coast. she stared just to humour me. the sun in her face. we turned to go home & stopped to inspect rat tracks in the dirt.
I stepped on two bees
I should’ve listen to you shouldn’t I , scraping sting barbs from my toe, arse in the dirt. Yeah you should have listened to me. I put those sneakers back on & carried her home in my arms.
& you know
I’m still wondering what it means
Hi, after a couple day’s hiatus, I appreciate the invitation to pick this practice back up.
Noon on the clock-
Hasn’t hit yet
And when it does
This prone position
Will no longer fly