Genevieve

Genevieve Mar 2019

while the red-hot flames
burn into shades
of dying light-white blues,

the merry songs
i hear of love
turn into me and you.

it's time that i
took off my guise
and lay it down to rest,

in wood and hay
just like that day
that God sent down her best.

it's warm right here,
where i lie here,
your warmth covers my chest,

that's one more way
that i can pray
with my heart there as your nest.

Genevieve Mar 2019

blasphemy, blasphemy, blasphemy.

who the ****
does He think He is?
blasphemy, blasphemy, blasphemy.
but i don't care.
not when it's too much,
too concentrated,
all at once.

and He knows just what to do
and just who to hurt
to make me go beserk,
to make me go
"ooh, ooh, ooh"
like a ******* baby cow.

why not me?
Presbyterian guilt,
or just empathy,
or the feeling that you get
when everyone you love
has done everything they can
to hurt my parallel,
but not me, no never me.
why not?
why not me?
because He knows how to punish us,
and my greatest fear
is the pain of others.

so, so, so
complicated.
so, so, so
concentrated.
so ****** up
and selfish of me
to even ask the question,

why not me?

this is one of the weirder ones

Mar 2019

E. E. Cummings

I Will Wade Out

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

Genevieve Mar 2019

My Patience

Am I shaking from the cold?
From the fire on my skin,
or the light I'm drowning in?
It won't wear thin.
If anything, it grows stronger
all the while the time grows longer.
I'll still be here,
you with me here,
waiting.

Until you tell me to stop.

Genevieve Mar 2019

Through Clovers and Thorns

Excellent redemption,
holy reputation,
hold me in suspension
in the air,
what's my intention?

(He screams when he lies, and) the
kids with no voices,
they toss and they turn
and we still never learn and

I'm feeling the burn of
my candle that flickers
on my bedside table,
oak wood and old wicker,
like chairs stained with liquor.
Like screened in porches.
Like peaches and plums and
like hot weather sun.

Through clovers we run.

Genevieve Mar 2019

something tangible

Wail...
Ail...
Long lasting betrayal.
Something tangible that drills into you
like a nail.

Shame,
Blame,
long plateau without rain,
it seeks those better days,
those bitter days
that turn back time
in bitter ways.

Something in the room,
you feel it Breathe into the room,
why can't you Leave this little room,
this little doorknob
wedged with soot.
Can we end this on a better foot?