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167 · Jul 2018
little girl tricks
Medusa Jul 2018
mo-mo is 4, a tiny inmate
we live in max security
her secrets already hidden like tricks
me, the unwilling turnkey, the hack

stash of blood polish for her walls
spells out forbidden messages to  ?
stealing everything with a "no" on it
social graces create master thief

society has never worked for me
why push it on her, in her wild grace?
let us set her free, free of false rule

free to hear the pulse of her true
nature
165 · Dec 2020
Garlic Love
Medusa Dec 2020
I sleep less than ever now
it feels as though I guard
These helpless dreamers
With my garlic love

My son believes I can
Vanquish his monsters
So he takes his father’s place
Beside me, finally breathing

I read Eliot and shudder,
Terrible beauty, portents all.
Morning finds my girls
Happy, powerful

Twinned, they dream of war
Conquer planets, so I wonder
At such creatures they become
Fearful of the sacrifice

Such savagery is due
My hubris at ever feeling safe is staggering.
163 · May 2019
endless beginnings
Medusa May 2019
condemned to begin again
we start it over new
every time

never ending
so here we go
a new
163 · Apr 2019
America
Medusa Apr 2019
Here we sit
Awake on a breathing wave
Of electricity running between us
Powering this sad country
Onwards and up
Time for another adventure

Nobody would blame us if
We just ducked out for a  few
Years in some safer idea

I see us wandering about
Inside our heads
Afraid to return home

Everybody knows who
& why, but it's getting
Dark out here
162 · Mar 2018
different world
Medusa Mar 2018
doesn't feel like it did before
cold wind is howling round my door
not like a lover, more like something
else, another thing entire. . . .

And I don't live on a moor
O, I am no where nearby
Heathcliff, name of my stallion true
I feel unhinged, I let it fall
There were strange & ghostly
Sightings that I never should of saw

All I gave to my own Self and
Even Ghost Town trips....I let it drop
It now evades upon a chill frost
quiet down stroke

I can make it all blow down
in formation, the chessmen
placed  uselessly before me

your will is marching towards
me any way I turn, relentless, one
pinnacle of moment when

ceased to bow under you
evil eye a warning like a gale
force tornado flying monkey  

(just a rumor, in a dream, so many years ago)

headed straight  towards
very heart of me, you do no harm. . . .
yet maybe you see it differently?

keep tossing them gals
down into the depths
wearing  200 pound diving dress

continual surprise when
sheer will carries gals
aloft, back to the airy
living world

diving bell, ring it out
nothing new to see here
move along

give into our  open hands
&  waiting mouths what cannot be give
to local charities or time

or space, in place of otherness
all words were wasted
on us, once you locked onto
such tender tight coordinates

anyone would do?
would anyone do for you?
it was so real and maybe I
am wrong in thinking this of
you, but I would never mind

one true thing is that it
scares me to think I left myself
behind for no more reason and I
could live with any truth

if it were truely true
my confusion is
not half as lost

as wondering what
has really happened

and with whom?

it bothers me too. . .

I have my own room
back tomorrow now
it will be my time

I will call all my friends
just to hear their voices
hum into my ears

I never missed those guys
so much as I do now
after what is left from you

what did you do?

only what I begged of you. . .

how did I enter into such
a bargain, sell it out
at fire sale, where
did my mind fly to?

I need a lonely bus heading out
into a sheeting rain never stopping
without a reason to keep driving

need a radio without a dial
a black raincoat and three extra miles
to go
155 · Apr 2019
batZ
Medusa Apr 2019
3 batZ got out of my attic
2nite & it hurt my head to admit:

I have loved only one man
well, it took years to see it
& he knows it, & we gotta
escape the parents & others

because we are worth more than gold
154 · Mar 2019
pulse
Medusa Mar 2019
under tundric ice he lay
i suddenly discovered him

as my raisin sharp
runners pulled sled
by the way

dead man?

no.

alive, Miss Alice!
154 · May 2019
And So It Goes
Medusa May 2019
"And So It Goes"

by Graham Nash
from the album Wild Tales 1973

I'm the oil upon the water,
I'm the lava in the flow.
Resting like a rock beside the seaside.
I'm the son and you're the daughter
of the stranger that we know,
who gets a little ****** beside the wayside.

Well, there's one thing to try
everybody knows
music gets you high
everybody grows
and so it goes.

You're the lips that make the laughter
you're the sunshine in the snow
shining out on everything you feel
you're the bird that dropped the berry
on the island far below
finding out that everything is real.

Well, there's one thing to try
everybody knows
music gets you high
everybody grows
and so it goes.

We are loved and we are lonely
we are many, we are few.
make it out of love and build a dream
we are hoboes, we are holy
we are me and we are you,
can't it be as easy as it seems?

Well, there's one thing to try
everybody knows
music gets you high
everybody grows
and so it goes.
147 · Oct 2018
Tricking the Self
Medusa Oct 2018
If I were to learn to Fly
It would only be because

I tricked Myself Into It
Beginning to End, Illusion
Or Not. . .

My mind knows only a little
Piece of what's real, mostly what it reads

So it is gullible, trickable, monstrously
Wishable, & hoping for a Magiostro
To convince Me that I can Fly, & More

So Much More

Teach Me
Reach Me
Fool Me


&

More

I wanna fly

so tell me that I can
Belief is all

Just

Wanna

Fly

~*~
Dedicated to Memory of people I lost too soon
Medusa Oct 2018
My love is of a birth as rare
As ’tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing
Where feeble Hope could ne’er have flown,
But vainly flapp’d its tinsel wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixt,
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close;
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic pow’r depose.

And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant poles have plac’d,
(Though love’s whole world on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embrac’d;

Unless the giddy heaven fall,
And earth some new convulsion tear;
And, us to join, the world should all
Be cramp’d into a planisphere.

As lines, so loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet;
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.

Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.
Some of you know exactly what I love here
Medusa Oct 2018
How vainly men themselves amaze
To win the palm, the oak, or bays,
And their uncessant labours see
Crown’d from some single herb or tree,
Whose short and narrow verged shade
Does prudently their toils upbraid;
While all flow’rs and all trees do close
To weave the garlands of repose.

Fair Quiet, have I found thee here,
And Innocence, thy sister dear!
Mistaken long, I sought you then
In busy companies of men;
Your sacred plants, if here below,
Only among the plants will grow.
Society is all but rude,
To this delicious solitude.

No white nor red was ever seen
So am’rous as this lovely green.
Fond lovers, cruel as their flame,
Cut in these trees their mistress’ name;
Little, alas, they know or heed
How far these beauties hers exceed!
Fair trees! wheres’e’er your barks I wound,
No name shall but your own be found.

When we have run our passion’s heat,
Love hither makes his best retreat.
The gods, that mortal beauty chase,
Still in a tree did end their race:
Apollo hunted Daphne so,
Only that she might laurel grow;
And Pan did after Syrinx speed,
Not as a nymph, but for a reed.

What wond’rous life in this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons as I pass,
Ensnar’d with flow’rs, I fall on grass.

Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness;
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find,
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that’s made
To a green thought in a green shade.

Here at the fountain’s sliding foot,
Or at some fruit tree’s mossy root,
Casting the body’s vest aside,
My soul into the boughs does glide;
There like a bird it sits and sings,
Then whets, and combs its silver wings;
And, till prepar’d for longer flight,
Waves in its plumes the various light.

Such was that happy garden-state,
While man there walk’d without a mate;
After a place so pure and sweet,
What other help could yet be meet!
But ’twas beyond a mortal’s share
To wander solitary there:
Two paradises ’twere in one
To live in paradise alone.

How well the skillful gard’ner drew
Of flow’rs and herbs this dial new,
Where from above the milder sun
Does through a fragrant zodiac run;
And as it works, th’ industrious bee
Computes its time as well as we.
How could such sweet and wholesome hours
Be reckon’d but with herbs and flow’rs!
How doth I love thee Marvell? Like a Childe of sixteen? No. I love thee as growne Man no  matter what thou were. Because in my minde this is what thee always were as this is minde to minde elliptical configurations..
136 · Aug 2019
Years
Medusa Aug 2019
I count the years that remain

A strange game of solitaire, ignoble
Sometimes I wonder how to end this
For longing can be delicious and yet

This world spins faster and dances away
Perhaps there is another fire to burn me

I only come back to you, fated
Or defiantly unable to

Imagine any other way

But ours
131 · Apr 2019
Ridiculum
Medusa Apr 2019
"******. Will I never be rid of that infernal woman?"  ****** snarled.

"Now, now, Mister ******. Mistress Medusa is only lookin' out for you. After all, you're only flesh and blood."

"And she's a primordial cosmic force. I get it."

Another sun sets on our lovers as the gods laugh. Y'all know how they love a good laugh.


"Ridiculum" copyright Johnny Noir and A. Wild 2018
"Ridiculum" copyright Johnny Noir and A. Wild
131 · Dec 2020
a tale of love & frenzy
Medusa Dec 2020
My son was losing his mind tonight. He so wanted to know what his gifts where
The excitement was fun, annoying, sweet

He's not too big to sleep deeper in our bed. So we tucked him in so he would sleep, he went out so fast.

He feels safer in our bed. I wonder how many more years he's gonna want to sleep in here at all. I want to remember every minute. Before he really hits hormonal.

I miss him as a baby, but this is maybe better
As he knows his options and still chooses me
His dad, even his sisters.

My wishes have all come true, mostly
If only my own father issues were so easy
But now I must sleep too

Big day when these kids wake up
130 · Dec 2020
Winter Song
Medusa Dec 2020
April never did a thing to me yet
There is a mean month caught my
Fingers in a cold vise, because of
Memory and desire

Memory, desire, and you, always
Hit me in the dark days of Winter

You, yes you, so silent then
Now you wish to speak so
It's not in me to turn away

Sing to me.
Another true story. Time is relative.
117 · Dec 2020
Code Me Baby
Medusa Dec 2020
Nobody is pure.
Everything is broken or simulated.
Who can show me truth
In a handful of dust?

Trust yourself, if you will
But beware the stealth
Of love that finds you
Sleeping

Nothing is real.
The concept of reality
Died a hard death

Several ages past
Time for tea

Now. Now we will take
Tea together and talk
About sapphires, garlic,
Mules.

Tell me about the robot
Mules back home....
On your planet
Things seem to be so faux lately.
Everyone sounds like Siri to me.
95 · Nov 2020
A Day Broken
Medusa Nov 2020
Pride, like a ****
Swelled with dawn
I sing to the world

This World gives
To me great gifts
A fire to my breath

Sunset will break me
I wrote this to go with a painting I found online. It was a Japanese print of a rooster but it seemed glorious.
Medusa Oct 2020
I want to call you, I do
But I have so little time alone
I have shreds here, an hour there
Never any unbroken by needs
I just want to sit here a little longer

A time of quarantine, a house to hold us
We are lucky, I know this, I feel it, yet
I grow smaller, I feel eaten alive
Am I even my self still?

Do I still have a name of my own?

I might find one if I can summon the energy to
Drive, walk, run away from this house so full
For a day or an afternoon, and don't
Lecture me right now because I've tried

And failed fifty times this month alone
I know how selfish I am, but it's innate
I can't abandon the qualities I don't like

This is my life, a prix fixe menu
You have to take me as I am, and so do I,

It's just life
94 · Oct 2020
Tell Your Soul
Medusa Oct 2020
A bad year, harsh as drought
First plague, then madness
This is the worst of it

Man turned to beast
Yet may come, but
We are better than this

Oh my beloved ones
Your birthright a wealth of love
Go tell your soul it will survive
Medusa Jul 2020
if you knew how
if you felt how often

I am truly here with you

would it make any changes
could it give me a key

your brain, not your ***


my only map
91 · Nov 2020
Meet Me In The Morning
Medusa Nov 2020
Pop, if you said yes...
I would do anything
A child remains a child
Forever

Fevered and hot like
A bad telegraph
That never ceases
You and me, no ease


But if you said yes,
I would meet you in dark subway
Places and run to you, I am the diligent
Strung tightly in a web of all our places

We might get there yet.
Just some ideas.
87 · Dec 2020
Little Known
Medusa Dec 2020
So little can be known about the other
Would I know you anywhere, indeed,
Not likely, but I hope to try.

Just the thought of you, say the songs
All regrets still cut me, my mind hears
You saying that to me, nightly.

I passed regret but got stuck
On a broken freeway onramp
Between Las Olvidas and Sixth Street.

Might be here a long time.
66 · Dec 2020
Flying Ladies
Medusa Dec 2020
Dreams of flying ladies drinking tea
They hold parasols, and glide about
Mocking me

Admiring their audacity
Earthbound, I stare jealously

Wait for my Self to wake
Sort it, shake it off

Or learn their tricks so
Assiduously

As flying I might see All
Differently

~÷~
Dreams of flight.

— The End —