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Sometimes Starr Aug 2021
Drown, drown
Your mortal soul!
It sours the mind to think
Of a stone that sinks
Fast into the sea.

The stone
Is the famed black mark
On th' palm of pirates, burned
The rot of creation
The spoiled garden dying
And you have
No help.

Hunger is the vehicle of desolation,
And to think
You wanted this
Desecration

Therapy,
Drown in the drowning
Wake, every morning!

Yes my child
You are free
It was all free
Death, yes... death too
Is free

So there.
Have a death.
Dedicated to Disa Marie.
Sometimes Starr Aug 2021
Persimmon & cinnamon
Vanilla and a clove
Secret love beneath the boughs
With nectar in your heart.

Stir into your morning tea
While standing on the ceiling
Then whisper something lovely--
A phrase that gives you feeling

Ginger sips with peppered lips
Don't run away forever, never
Finding any sustenance
Or clever like a ******.

No one saw you sip the tea--
Except that girl from college
No one sin is as immense
As love of carnal knowledge.
Sometimes Starr Aug 2021
Conviction sits queasy
In my guts and bones.
My stomach is
A bag of bolts.

A bleeding brain with stilts for legs
Neglected tissue wilts away
Misgivings and mistakes--If I truly loved you
I'd be better able now

When the nausea turns to shame
Just give yourself a better name
God's tide still pulls my shoulders back
Even when my flesh has turned.

And God's tide lifts my spirits up
Even with some scrapes and burns

Your strength astounds me,
I will wait
For you to come
And seal my fate.
Sometimes Starr Aug 2021
Let my spine be a rod when you break on me

And my heart be filled with fertile soil.

Let your roots drink deep when you take on me;

Let my mind be a book of your favorite spells.

I love to be where you feel like home
I'd walk the miles through any storm
Holding you here, where you feel like home
Folding,
Expansion
Safe & secure

I'd keep us warm with my body heat

I'd keep us laughing through our defeat

Booming through the stands of pine

Moving through the sands of time.

I love to be with fresh old love
I'd tell a tale with hands and feet
To keep it steeped inside our flesh
And keep it deep, keep it deep.
Sometimes Starr Aug 2021
Somewhere a dandelion
clicks,

it starts
to put out seed pods--

A tadpole's metamorpho--
sis

reveals a little tree frog

The young one sprawls
with Shiva's love
The old one spars with Vishnu

A tree has breached the canopy,
Your crush just up and kissed you

Your capillaries dilate
Revealing what's inside
So wrinkle up your rosy face
But love, you cannot hide

And somewhere else, a songbird dies
Beside an oxbow lake
And both lay still,
And beautiful
And know the river's wake.
Sometimes Starr Jul 2021
My lord, my lord
I don't want to be king
A peasant, a peasant
A peasant I'll be!

I'll live in the swamp.
I'll live under a log
And try not to bother a soul.

But under my log
Would be very clean
And you'd be quite surprised
I have all I need!

To run my own kingdom
Of me, and just me
But lord, oh lord
I don't want to be king.

The stress of running
Everything
I judge to be too much for me
I'll help along your Majesty
But lord, oh lord
I don't want to be king.

Why run so much of the world through me?
I shan't be trusted, fuckey old me
I'm dumb, I'm crass, and just... **** me

Lord,
THANK YOU Lord
That I'm no king.
Sometimes Starr Jul 2021
Death calls me like a hound baying
In my twenty-seventh year something fell off inside me and hit the floor

I lurched.
I saw the Dog.

Like a fat pitbull with huge shoulders and a big meaty head, drooling slobber onto hot concrete
From that mess of a maw--
It matches the wound it wants
In appearance

And nothing about It
Draws me near It

So I threw my lunch his way and I ran! As fast as I could
In the other direction.

I hope we can be friends!
Kinda dorky but this meant to be read in the voice of that older white guy from the 50s who was the voice for commercials and such. You know the one I'm talkin' about
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