God made me into a marionette He pulled me from the dust He scooped me out of coals. He breathed life into my belly and now they call me animated earth. He carved my bones from alabaster stones long buried under piles of pine needles and leaves He sang songs of Light and Life and put them in my ears and taught me all the words and cut me silver keys. now i stand up tall like the Lighthouse of Alexandria or the Colossus of Rhodes i take showers under jungle waterfalls full of orchid petals and with angel fish climbing up the rock walls. my head and all my limbs are hanging by golden silken strings and threads and where I walk the moss and lichens grow. He fashioned my eyes from glass blown over the hot geysers and sulfur springs of thermopylae and the salt basin dunes. He plucked my pupils from the pregnant blackness of the Void. He struck them over steel and flint and the sparks made it bright enough to see. my heart is a time-piece keeping minutes with its beats like a great shadow cast behind a sphere. the elements once kept me apart from me my identity, I was a hungry ghost walking around town like a hypodermic voodoo doll. everytime I turned around I tripped over another basket full of rattlesnakes hissing from both ends. I gave up and crossed my heart and gave it over to the chemical egregore hoping I would die while somehow staying alive and learning how to fly away home- so i could leave all the piles of ashes and teeth alone and maybe plant a rose garden.
but God made of me a marionette strung me up from strings of silken gold. He breathes for me, and dances me to the music of the spheres and now the whole planet is a Hanging Garden of the Fallen Babylon and now I keep snakes as exotic pets and as company when i’m lonely and for afternoon tea.
amongst the night scented pines i register with an impish partner plugged from off a fancy tiered cake her school dance dress and me a lumberjack of fashion new together us toys two splintered from our band of goofs
you are crow I become antler crowned a primer of pranky static amongst the wooded pines roots and leaves rhythm extant and a flashlight and slunken and bravado and hip checks and embarrass and mischief seek and mischief applied and bombast stolen alcohol and torso spatty wind and forrest swig mouth-to-mouth and pines and dark cloud covered stars and no moon new all the time a thing impending romance with exposed wrists a sick excite glassy glances into eyes and our mind could speed friction into flame feel the spin of the earth it's all just speeding up we clutch the pine roots hold it all together drawn silence.... ...
and she laughs to unnerve the 'breath withheld' then wind springs and creaking and branches again and we dance our feint we dub it 'the turpentine' one flashlight each takes turn and spotlights the other drunken performances hers a showy enchant and baiting stumbles discarded slippers earthy wet knees through laddered tights playing meekish prey i only take a quick awkward turn (some tribal hunter mime) so she can clown once again
our spotlight scatters life steals the nights light strips auras from the trees and we fire out the beam in waste and hazard as only courting humans would dare
~the wind feels the smallest birds It's got. —Primus St. John, "Biological Light", Gift of Tongues
The winds blow and gust written March 19th, 2021
Today the winds blow and gust bending but not breaking the boughs of the pine sending the last of the fall leaves swirling along labyrinth paths only the wind can see. We who can take shelter in constructs we have sweated and sacrificed for built to withstand the winds that blow so proud of ourselves, while the smallest bird without a straw to it's name lets go and rides the wind letting fate take it where it will.
i didn't realize you didn't care. i tried so hard to be there for you, but you blew me off like birthday candles. my favorite smell; next to pine trees, on a cold december morning, where i find myself missing you, again. it just turns out, that all the pretty words you said to me were lies and thats alright because ill just find myself lying in someone else's bed tonight.