click; some sentences

hopped wooden fences.
dodged the crazy fucking bull.
we were walking through field grasses.
( I found antlers, weilded them well )
the whip was brutal but i liked the sting, can't say shit like that out loud though.
apples under foot smelt almost like rotted flesh before it falls from the bone.
no blood ties left to hone.
we tripped light over remains of more than just a day or afternoon or even the echo of a thought.
northern lights walking.
wild horses talk talking.
no clothes no shame no memory even of what that should have been.
sleepwalking with eyes open.
those berries weren't for eating, purple prose born in innocent fingers, because why not?
its easy when you don't know.
i called thunder.
i rode lightening.
i sang both.
i lasso'd Mary's moon before George ever had the thought..

'buffalo girls won't you come out tonight, won't you come out tonight...and dance by the light of the moon.'
the moon lied sweets.
when i was tripping under gnarled branches, the beam slapped me.
blossoms browned and curled into wet earth.
my feet sucked in enough to dip into hell, fortold;
pretty things writhe.
ugly things speak.
daddy's move out.
mama's drink and dance in the green kitchen.
the woodstove pumps pockets of heat.
stones wrapped in newspaper warm cold beds.
oatmeal is stickyeasyyesteryearhappy.
(don't eat that anymore)
school buses make me sleepy.
puppies smell good.
i know some things.
i know some things.
click....
rewind...

bury me

my nails

are ripped

my fingers

are bleeding

from clawing

at the frozen

pregnant earth

i wish

so fucking hard

to move your bones aside

[just a little]

so i could

lie down

too

watching the retreat

And so the day walked in uneasy steps.

Prints glaring around the protected, where no protection came.
The voices quieted.
The bells idle, hung like cannon’s in my oxygen.
No hands to hold, no murmur to coax the child to the light.
Solitary.
The same.
I ween the need.
Break the fast of toture, though the bounty is rotted through.
Writhe unexpected under hurt, new.
Torn husk down the midline,
I see,
I bleed the blue beat.
The muscle tender fastest, 39 minutes after a 6 year roar.
And so the day, this day, delivered;
Armour sucked into this skin a little more...

fear

This body is failing this mind,

finally, reaching past this plane.
Stretched pulling every nerve to shrieking
think out think wide just think
Dress in wind and rain and lasso
That owl watching;
This night, right here in this second, stop….
keep pace the flutter of his fast heart
sink into wisdom of a jeweled eye
climb under the wing, rest...
…and the tendons recoil.
Snap back...... ‘you won’t make it out…’
tangled fistfuls come away,
of this woman,
(more proof of life)
tentatively lowered level
to full wet breast
under that blast of hot stream;
Naked in a dim shower,
Dark masses shocking the pale of my palm's…
Tender belly,
Aching eyes,
Mangled womb,
Misfit limb….
The slither of auburn winds away down
Curved thigh,
Bend of knee,
Walks down my taut calf,
Whispers across my toes…
Like an elusive lover my crowning glory
Touches and goes…
Snap back....'you won't make it out....'
Shut it down, suck it up.
....from a little yellow bottle of good enough for now...
Not yet.
Not yet…

naked

I’m stitching a dress.



Words for a neckline, hung about my breast. My shoulders bare and feathered by beaded notes hung from my lobes.


Skirt crackling, swinging around my ankles, framing my bare feet in pages torn from a book half written.


Thread of whisper tacked through, blue and bright like star fire.


The twist of prose rustling soft over my stomach, laying a kiss on my hip.


I walk under endless indigo at twilight.


This space in time where I am humbled on a dark rise cloaked in my worth.


Ride comets and walk sightless, the sound of parchment leading me home. Leading me back to good.


My hair is wild around my face, and I taste my condition as it whips over my lips.


I found you huddled under wooden boxes of chaos.


I watched you lift the lid in ginger gestures, flip to a memory and catch a smoky breath.


We breathe out the dust of novels sleeping until we ravish someone else’s divinity.


I want to lie down just one night without the screech of demon's ringing.


I want to be naked as I came, before quill pricked finger, before sound.


I am only a woman, in a dress.

I am only a woman living in a sentence.

I am only a woman...


I can’t breathe…

time

I could see you, you know.

All of a sudden.

The hollowed drop

of your words reaching,

fell over me in a steady rain.



The sound of wooden stairs

clambering to just be human,

out into weather,

whether ready,

or not….



So in the hearing,

in the watchful

minutes where you

danced sitting crossed legged,

I began to see the open.



…The awing nature of you…

…Lessons for me.



There is a Babylon,

you haven’t named yet.

Claim waiting on the tip

of your pen, heavy in breast pocket…

Flag of bloom resting for ‘until’



I count stars, points of light

telling me our story.

Heaping ancient memory

to remind, time is a noun,

in these short hours…