CULT FOLLOWING
A CULT FORMING
A CULT CLOSING ITS DOORS TO OUTSIDERS
we have each other
and that is how it feels
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
what I will whisper
what I wont
what I am afraid to blurt out
a drunken nightmare
a tipsy dream
want not what I wont
and all of the above I forget
words that can't be excused by a lisp
but lips they work
to form the words
that could say what could destroy this way
this lightness this air
this crisp autumn breath
this woozy winter dried blood nose
this bloom of spring
and birds they sing
and badgers kiss our cheeks
a slip, my lisp, your lips.
what I wont
what I am afraid to blurt out
a drunken nightmare
a tipsy dream
want not what I wont
and all of the above I forget
words that can't be excused by a lisp
but lips they work
to form the words
that could say what could destroy this way
this lightness this air
this crisp autumn breath
this woozy winter dried blood nose
this bloom of spring
and birds they sing
and badgers kiss our cheeks
a slip, my lisp, your lips.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
You who found me
has uncovered
secrets of forgotten cities-
secret gardens
and entire biospheres we did not know
existed in our oceans.
You who has found me
know more than those who have written my story
that have weaved it
those three fates in a cave
full of prehistoric creations of sulphurous rocks
made into shapes beyond imagination
or the cognition
of all others.
I sit at the bottom like a mermaid hero
like the villain of other tales
it depends on the reader as much as the writer
I would not lightly call myself a treasure-
other than the erotic kind
that I know has crossed most people's minds.
has uncovered
secrets of forgotten cities-
secret gardens
and entire biospheres we did not know
existed in our oceans.
You who has found me
know more than those who have written my story
that have weaved it
those three fates in a cave
full of prehistoric creations of sulphurous rocks
made into shapes beyond imagination
or the cognition
of all others.
I sit at the bottom like a mermaid hero
like the villain of other tales
it depends on the reader as much as the writer
I would not lightly call myself a treasure-
other than the erotic kind
that I know has crossed most people's minds.
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