Daily Archives: August 19, 2017

Dark’s Strange Light

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While everyone is looking
directly where they cannot look
and seeing silver rings around
the black and gaping mouth of nothing

I am gunna look around
and underneath and over at
the stuff that isn’t visible
because of sunlight blasting

(like Mercury, visible at last
and heaving sighs of dark relief
in being seen for what he is
and seen for what he’s not)

Counterintuitive, I know…
typical ditzy move, Charissa
that’s what will be said, and I
will drolly nod my head and sigh

and look around in dark’s strange light
at what can only be seen then
that moment, neither day nor night
not time that was…but time again

Ahh, Dark’s Strange Light revealing all
that can be seen by one who’s small

Have A Care (Ode To Eclipses)

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I speak in faith and deep knowing
that this monstrosity, this asshole manifested
in-human flesh and somehow flying
in the fair and tender skies so blue

just gibbers deep in ravings mad
derived from sucking his own soul
dry, vampire of his diseased self
his narcissistic empty self

and though he floats, he’s counterfeit
he is no poem, he is no moon
so take heart even while he sets
his sights on devouring the sun

and moves and gobbles greedily
and here beneath his blighted run
the darkness grows so threatening
he ultimately simply falls

pulled grave-ward by futility
imploding…that monstrosity
of incoherent hubris mating
with such ignorance towering

and as the sun is wont to do
it beams and scours dark away
and dries the eyes of every tree
that monster vile will just dead be

and us left waiting in the moment
wondering what just happened here
oh…that dark floating shade up there
was just a mirror………..have a care.

 

Maybe So, Maybe Not

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I think prophetesses are cray cray,
sometimes cackling, always peering
deeply into foggy noggins
past the eggy soggy boggins
at the slick silver toboggans
shimmering in dancing air
to run the ride down truth’s face fair

and standing in the circle broken
hearing profound wholeness calling
symphonies of glory sounding
Mama all around in Wonder
spilling, splashing peeling thunder!

All the while the people slumber
neath the broken blankets lumber
over shards and nails and thorns
while Wonder blows her Golden Horns
and wholeness plays that glory

oh that glory

Yeah, we cray cray,
looking at this shattered world
blemishes and ugly cuts
just like punches to the gut
so why do we think differently
and call out so instinctively
that this ain’t the “Supposed to Be?”

Why do we think we were fashioned
made for wholeness, transformation
by a beauty big enough to
embrace life as well as death
that gurgles in the swamps of dazed
and drunken creature comforts crazed?

It’s seen, a fleeting flashing glimpse
in roaring subways rumbling
a quiet act of kindness given
a cup of water cool and sweet
to quell the fires and cool the heat
of hurt and hate and slaughtered meat

just dim glimpses, visions dark, muddled
when we see the face of God
and recognize what we have yet
to see, and know we always knew it…

Cray cray?

Maybe so
maybe not

Bone On Bone

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hidden skeletons
in the closets
of our bodies
clicking, clanking

jumping here
in muffled squeaks
and stifled squeals
of bone on bone

that living song
when bone is drawn
across soft flesh
so low, so long

that drumming thrum
when chuckling bones
are rubbed together
…firesticks, or

matches potent…
like secrets pushing
at our lips
between our hips

because we all
have secrets living
in our bodies
in our bones

that wanna shout
louder than life
but were they heard
t’would break our hearts

 

There, Brown And Small

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I am not
the only one
here, brown and small
wearing a mask

so fearsome, fell
created from
conflicted heart
streaked red and blue

colliding with
my resting soul
green on those hills
those tumbled hills

there, brown and small