ever heard a goddess speak?
with a whiskey thick tongue and raspy smoke voice
put dat boy down dis hole, she says with a wink and a nod
and i do as told, because some evil needs Maman to deal with it
soft wax figure, wrapped in goathead stickers, drenched in oil and herbs, down a deep dark hole in a dead tree, broad daylight, middle of town
when a goddess speaks, you listen well, girl
when a goddess laughs, the world trembles
and the girl smiles
my chest is a graveyard
of dreams
of relationships
so many lost things
quiet and dim
clouds and moonlight
I wander through the stones
touching, muttering, remembering
a cacophony of ache
awash in perspective
visions of self and time
who am I now?
daughter of the morrigan
feeding off carrion
casting bones for sight
survival requires claws
tangled, wild dark
bloody teeth
tear streaked dirt
fearsome and feral
raspy, unused voice
calling the crows
calling down the moon
speaking in howls and sighs
waiting on
She Who Sings
She of the Thousand Names
She Who Weeps
not to be saved
not for comfort
but for new battle cries
old weapons
passion beyond containment
“Stop trying,” you said, and it’s the truth, slap in the face style.
I learn my lessons well, don’t have to be told twice.
Therefore, I decline to be the audience for your self immolation dance again.
The drop of the match wearies me.
sure
i’ll keep you forever
if that is your wish
but you will not like it
no matter how gilded
a cage is still a cage
explosive color
gorgeous noise
voices calling
step up! step up!
Life did not stop
while you were gone
were hiding
it’s too much, too much
it’s overwhelming
it’s glorious
give me more
i’ve been fasting
so feed me
get me drunk
let me taste the delights
and the tragedies
i stumbled out
blinking at the light
in two breaths
the life i had left in limbo
opting for a cave
came blaring back
it is much too much
but give me more
there i go
wondering off in my own head
no matter where i am
the language i speak
sounds the same
but they don’t understand
one day
the girl woke up
to a question of self
positively answered
and she stretched in her new skin
water steams past candleflame
cancelling the mirror
a naked woman
a small room
step in a toe, an inch, a foot
sighing and hissing
enveloped to her cheekbones
in hot fragrant buoyancy
release the tension
become lightness
find your center
find your self
float
be not afraid
not of the dark without
nor of the dark within
these flesh clothes
neither profane
nor holy
the soul wends its way
grasping to understand its existence
aware and alone
tasting of depravity, nobility,
and the mundane
the lines between so thin
so easily broken
heavy summer haze
dank with leftover wet
last night’s blessing
insectoid cacophony
loud, indignant protest
i offend them in my passing
wind my way left
across the grass
the sparkling pavement
to a box of white noise
fluorescent light inside and out
a beacon blight, up late
flashy bright color
spread across shiny white surfaces
luring in the masses to buy trash
slide behind the counter
take your place, little cog,
in the great consumerist machine
and i take their money
and i smile
and i seethe
we suck the life from the earth
we suck the life from one another
we leave this yawning void
and nature hates a vacuum…
i wish i could free us all
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