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met Presidents,
kings and queens plenty,
so many princes and princess,
each one, most impressive
to their themselves.
but never knew an Empressโ€ฆtill now~(k)now

twice for emphasis, but better yet, enraptured,
her commandments, demand immediate readings,
never demanding solicitation, just a whispering
"come hither fool~baby"

the paucity of my words grow paler when I compare,
my tongue tied bonds, and I consider abandonment
of what gives me sparks of belief that tomorrow
will still be worth it, that I can create, something
worth sharing, and the words come up in the throat,
abandon all hope, ye who dare read the Empress

I know, you accuse me of exaggerated exaggeration,
plead the Fifth, the right not to self-incriminate,
pointless to demure, make an appoint ment for later,
when by silence surrounded, everyone gone, re~Read,
out loud chewing every soft obsidian granule, drink
pure water, and curse myself again, who knew, eclectic
electric, as they jay jelly roll (๐Ÿ˜‰) off my was just a few bytes
away, head in hands, equal parts of joy and despair
parting my hair, drawing lines in my scalp, and the
demon muse gleefully, perhaps, at last, thinking mmmโ€ฆ
this will be his last
First Poem of the Day (FPOTD0

and now the dayย ย a)ย ย mences b) ensses
just for poems; please read herโ€ฆ
https://hellopoetry.com/TheempressofInk/poems/
to make you fall asleep
like a bird in its nest,
Iโ€™ll hold all the
summer rains in my
arms
just for you
Iโ€™ll carry all
summer rains, I will
carry them in
my
arms,
like a heart on fire
As lovers thrash the confines of their making,
as sunlight yearns to touch the palest eye,
as you would shed the dark and, upon waking,
take to the daring winter by and by

But for the distant music calling true,
soft moonlight now allumes her sight, unblinking:
Nor word, nor touch, nor sight, of lover, you
Who swims gold in the tide, unsinking.
From The Dead by James Joyce

"nor word, nor touch, nor sight
of lover, you
shall long through the night but for this:
the roll of the full tide to cover you
without question,
without kiss." -- Lethe by H.D.
I cannot be your Loki,
My shoulders are short,
Unable to shelve your blame,
A scapegoat I wonโ€™t be.

I have both guilt and shame,
My wolf and my serpent,
They circle my soul,
And with your scorn, swallow me whole.

Look into your mirror of trials.
Look at yourself and say three times -
Am I to blame for this injustice?
Accountability is why Loki smiles.
๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ณ๐”ฆ๐”ข๐”ด ๐”ฃ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ช ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ ๐”ฒ๐”ญ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฎ๐”ฒ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ,
๐”๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ฏ, ๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ก๐”ฌ ๐”ช๐”ฒ๐” ๐”ฅ,
๐”š๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ž ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ, ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐”ž๐”ฃ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ,
๐”๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ข, ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ฃ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฐ๐”จ๐”ถ, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฐ๐”จ๐”ถ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ,
๐”‰๐”ž๐”ฏ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ๐”ฃ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”จ๐”ถ, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ถ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ™
๐”…๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ, ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข, ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข, ๐”ž ๐”ฑ๐”ถ๐”ญ๐”ข, ๐”ž ๐”จ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ก.
Written July17,2025
One of the first times I
went to jail, it was in
Polk County for
public intox.
Drunk in public.
I was homeless for years,
where else was I supposed
to get drunk?

They took me to the
station booked me, and gave
me my phonecall.
I called the bail bonds.
They wanted collateral.
I didn't have anything.
To act tough, I said,
"*******." and hung up.

The cop asked if I felt suicidal.
I didn't but in my drunken
stupor, I said,
"I wish I were dead, you ******* pig."

My next steps were to a small
room with a drain in the middle of
the floor.  They had me strip all my
clothes off and gave me a paper gown.
It was the worst ten hours in jail I
ever spent.
Then, I did wish I was dead.

I was released the next morning.
Kind of sober, and kind of glad to
be alive.
I changed into my clothes.
I found two valiums in my back pocket.
I took them quickly and thought I
need to find a safer place to
get drunk.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBAZoRBDD9k
Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls.  They are all available on Amazon.
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