#woodlands
i watch you counting yourself out
courting little pets of body-parts
putting pennies on the trinket shelf
talking with wending wordage
about those gruff fellows
who've been pig-holing about your dwelling
that day you manage a back window
and escape
masquerade yourself as a gentleman
but they sniff at your aromas
these men in crude season
they circle you hinge-hipping
as you fleet the roads and fields
and evade into the dappling woods
"come on out we have you surrounded"
(you say they say)
you stay crossed legged a monk among trees
(these pleasing defenders)
you take off your dress and string it
from one of these trees
you dole yourself out
little pets for the undergrowth
you offer a curled shrew
from the space your kneecap once
occupied
you droop your warm left breast
and drop a beast from that cove
(a plump vole clambers fresh and
disorientated)
you plug one arm into loose soil
and the fingers snake root
separation at the elbow
and branches sprig out
both your thighs animate as fox cubs
your ***** leaves from between
and slinks under some ivy
your hair fiddles loose and travels off
in currents of breeze
before flitting into little finches
your back crumples with fungal looseness
your head weighs low
and the jaw lumps off
shuffling undecided on its form
your forehead bows to kiss the earth
and your face scatters a gaiety of insects and spores
all arts patterned about
your pile continues in this mattering manner
collapsing efficiently
you've canonized in nature
now you’re abroad mature and freed
to tell your friend this story
a spirit without brag of these neat powers
one with mother glory
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 3:39 PM UTC
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our noses huffing our eyes flirting out
vetting the loose night air
a display of yearning we did a grand deed
a mammal slain at our heart
and we are the wrecking children
we killed ourselves a deer
( no small thing )
flashlights propped in nooks
open the prey for dressing we decorated a tree with the task
slings of intestinal tubing
open prey for dressing
vocal prayer for the ****
praise the attributes that we ended
the characteristics we assigned it
live meat in perish organs adding moist hot breath
to a waking cold night
after our butcher act
after the parcels and beast are stowed
amongst the trees we take off as phantoms in touch
'to ourselves be sacrifice and yet return' is somehow the plan
winds pick up
and cold rain drives sideways
leaves of the bushes
flashing fish silver underbellies
a fleshing thrill combing the trees
an urgent spirited excitement
back at daybreak
we skin off our leather grip slippers
remove our party plate masks
and in the irrigated mourning grass
wipe our feet
wash away our tread and our threat
Sep 6, 2024
Sep 6, 2024 at 11:33 AM UTC
Mysterious wood
A large, surreal petal sleeps
near my golden pen
Open near woodlands
A beautiful, soft bird sings
under the lotus
Shining afforest
Special aged waters glide on
in spite of the calms
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
Bare feet torn on muddy grass.
Blink slowly,
feel the wind between your fingers.
Tilt your head,
offer your throat to the sun.
Laugh,
make music with the birds.
Run as fast as you can,
stop to sing with the crickets.
Wander slowly, close your eyes,
feel the sun play symphonies on your arms,
skin speckled with the light of every star.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC