Poem a day drafts 31-38

Slow-burn to Graceland

I am wooden:

Porous, 

pulpating.

Floating, 

drifting; waterfalling 

sap.

And, honey,

my branches can’t reach

clarity. 

Homes are made 

of me, my nature

is to unmove. To undo 

the amber fox’s wedding vows. 

The fawn’s Godmother;

barks,

hearkens the rain for a blessing.

Angels bathe in tears.

Use that cloudburst

for baptism.

Palms drip

the gospel of Imhotep

upon foreheads in

Tennessee. 

Converting nonbelievers

to

children

of the forest.

Purge:

a retreat into cavernous

gate, 

my humble heart

with archways, spread-eagle

for the ivy to copulate with

stone. Bricks trembling

like piano keys that don’t match

my locked potential. 

Vibrating laptop speaker,

you’re so well integrated into

this world of mine. I’m too

tapped in

to notice the beat is tracing

my pulse like a chalk-outline.

In the empty

spaces, in the fragments

of light and shadow;

there, float & trickle the embers.

Fire places an importance

on silence.

Miracle of friction, man-made

by masturbating a tree’s arm

& pebble. Something cosmic reaches

deep inside of us when we

come to this alter. This

portal to our self.

We commune with pixel spirits,

pesky sprites of lore. But, there’s

solace in the heat lost

when the ram tossed their

borrowed antlers into the pit.

Rage: the unwanted soul,

laced with passion,

can only be deleted

when Grace: the devoted god,

empty of ecstasy,

is wiped

from the screen.

Right side up

(> = right side page)

my

emotion s

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spout sprinkling

tongue dripping

toxic forest I call tufts of hair

curling in their ecstatic 

                            rage

scattered featherweight

bones    rattling   cage

screaming   release  me  from

this stone-sprout mirage

clouding my eyes

seye ym gniduolc

egarim tours-enots siht

morf  em  esaeler  gnimaercs

egac  gnilttar  senob

thgiewrehtaef derettacs

egar

citatsce rieht ni gnilruc

riah fo stfut  llac  I tserof cixot

gnippird eugnot

gnilknirps tuops

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Signs of love,, like a __

She wakes up in the middle

             of the night

to listen  to me  breathe  she

says      « I love you »    like a

three  word  check  in  or a

thermometer  checking background

radiation  or a

new planet  for

signs of life.

He hyper- texts me job- adds  

like a  single digit

knowing  it’s   alien- status

intrudes  with  unwelcome  tears.

     Next time, dial zero
   for help.

Baker wriggles  his foot  a tongue

in the  black  space  of the  lamp

lit table  like 

antenae of worker ants

excavating  the organ  molded

on cliffside,  by blood- acid rain.

I hover over  this silent  room

a group chat  a scary set back

unraveling thread we

don’t  want

to recognize.

Momma – lyrics

oil sheds such a

rainbow sheen on you

we sever our golden thread

covering sky blues

but we can dance in

night

when the summer slaps

the beat too hard

and momma tilts her

winter snaps

cold – rubber

Why can’t Tori sing?

Baker baker baking a cake

Make me a day, make me 

whole 

again…

My mother told me

when I was fresh plucked

from the sky: « You hear 

but you don’t

listen. »

I communed with her words

mortar & pestled them with

lungfist & millheart.

Now this ingredient is

powder; digestif. 

Time

Thought I’d make friends

with time

When a woman opens

her mouth,

listen. The voice alone

rings a sirenic truth,

primordial lessons. C’mon,

take it from Eve. Fruitfire &

appleseeds.

{ One y I } the fish out of water – revised / undone

Arms of water pulled me. Here, I don’t care to breathe.

I was murky. I was Ionian.

No sea witch could cure this

curse.

Old bait & lure.

I was found covered in bacteria

birthed by barnacle mouths.

I; a fish in need of flying lessons,

shed old lovers who’d never been lovers.

Bed covers covered in

seamen who don’t

understand

“that you don’t

reprimand,” your … ghosts.

Wind sure still has a lot to learn,

about staying in one place.