"millipedes" poems
*love is a rhythm i choose not to edit
burning serpents in syncopated tones
stolen vibrations from conquered nations
i am amazed at slavery's undertones
doomsday hypothesis
insufferable hypocrisy
is this the way we are meant to perceive
reality's final throes
perhaps a last attempt at infatuation
another insurgency toward our situation
there is music in the millipedes
1,000 feet stomping on the hot pavement
midday heat is burning the gentlest of trees
and yet saving lives of anteaters in need
grief is complete and not wasted
never jumbled by threads of frailty
insipid lipids deftly crawl upon caterpillars shoulders
starry eyed soldiers
sold to the streets in shivering brokenness
i am madness incarnate
the west is a spectacle of insubstantial lunacy
if you wish to conquer this reality
open your heart and kiss the feet of kindness
blindness is worshipped as if it was wisdom
sincere victims of another’s prison
simpler lives define simpler times
keepers of the rhythm
keepers of the rhyme
i dine on salamanders and supine slivers of the moon’s heartbeat
fault no one but yourself
gifts are wealth
i am salt and sulphur is the mother of the soul
loose cannons explode
she rode the wild shadows
and took the backroads all the way home
infinite living history
his memory serving beauty forever
for a lifetime i am looking for truth
in shattered space and respecting the face of the ancestors
self aware shades of solidarity
harvested by hands made light with clarity
is this music
is this meaning
her openness is our healing
this majesty surrounds us all
resolve to rise and your bound to fall
small instances of randomness daily
semantics are happenstance
you graduate from school with a bouquet of flowers
that rot in the morning’s splattering of paint
as garbage heaps resist ***********
issues of power and surface tension
i am dreading the exceptions
give love now or move out of the way
stay awake and aware
while sadhana is beckoning to us all*
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
*Woa, last evening my unicorn and i
We traveled farther and farther
farther than we've ever gone before
we traveled to a fantastical realm
through prisms of red, pink, orange
yellow, green, blue and purple
through a doorway of enchantment
to an enchanting planet of giant trees
with dragonflies as huge as eagles
and millipedes large as crocodiles
together we stood under an evening sky
of blue and admired a shooting star*
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
My shoes are dyed green
with moss spores and kisses from midnight bark munching millipedes
and my hair is greasy
from sweating out earthy feelings
climbing lichen covered rocks
listening to forest jams
and finding all the kinds of fungi
so i have a memory to replace ours
and i have somewhere too look to in my mind
when i forget what serenity feels like
there is dirt underneath my finger nails
and bugs in my curls
there are spiders making webs
at my feet
and the wind is knitting me socks
the puddle i am standing in
is called the Devils Bathtub
sometimes i believe in fate
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
my slim limbs are reeds and filaments, with such intimate arms and skin,
you're into it
and nothing is sweat. And nothingness is more wet, it gets anonymous,
but you're into it
you don't mind the millipedes; it's the resistance that you succumb with,
since you're into it
I Love this.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 4:05 PM UTC
We become soil and ash
We all do, decompose in the east
If my knees can’t carry me up the hills
If the millipedes can’t have a feast
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
I won’t say much about how I was raised
Except this, it was horrid
Bugs flying every which way left me mortified
Up until my death bed I will be aggrieved
Crawly bits going over my feet
How did I end up in that situation?
Why was I in the pit of disgusting things?
Oh well, you see, I’m out now
So I guess that’s all that matters
Just a bmp in the road
Yet, now it seems I see things
At night in my dreams I wake up screaming
As a snake wriggles across my chest
And millipedes writhe down my throat
That life apparently wasn’t good for me
Not in the least bit slightly
My mind aches from nights spent awake
Praying on the side of my cot
Hoping the badness would go away
That the monsters would stay out
But to no avail
Why did I end up this deranged?
Why am I so sick in the head?
You can blame my upbringing
And all the things that haunt me
But for now
I’ll pretend I’m fine
For I can’t wake up otherwise
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
It peeks through my armor and sprouts out my back
Taken from me and I gladly let it go
Millipedes are kind animals, centipedes are not
Araneae is what's possessing me
(maybe it's what I am)
but I can't help but think of other bugs, of independence
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
I remember
When I was young
I used to play in the garden
And there were my friends
The insects, the dogs and the cat
We’d be lost out there for who knows how long
Climbing the trees
Climbing the fences
Nothing was too high
Watching the skies
As they say,
Time flies by
I’d spend all day
Out there
If I could
Feeling my feet
Conform to the wood
The same way
The snail
Holds the ground
And the boatman beetle
Swims upside down
Do you remember
That one time
Not so long ago
When your mother said
She locked you out sometimes
And forced you to stay outside
Pretending not to hear youre screaming
To come in
She sent away the neighbour
Through the window
That I could only come in
When my father
Got home.
And do you remember
Sometimes
That the only acceptable excuse
Was in desperate need
All the fun things
Always come back
And I can’t avoid the connotations
The sly suggestions
That all I knew
Has been tainted
In the tentacles
Stuck in that slime
That never washes off
The yellow stain
Of so many millipedes
I wanted to show
Everything I know
Has been
Enshrined
In neglect
Or abuse.
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 12:21 AM UTC
How the squirrel drops the nut-hat,
Perfectly where its to be used
For the millipedes to hide in
But I’m just confused
I have no skills other than to annoy
Unless my mouth is to be used
For reasons like his and her joy
But I’m still confused
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC