"occulting" poems
Jackal in his church pants,
Bad kid with punk jams,
Cramming nonsense in his conscience,
Skateboarding prophets,
Dividing light into chambers,
Bag of **** for his neighbors,
Turned into a living demon bleeding thru the paper,
Applesauce in the inside,
A coconut shell for the front,
Pineapple knives for the slaughtering,
Right into a strawberry's gut,
He was not a normal scorned, occulting youth,
But the lore of a regretful teen plaguing the afternoons,
Till that strawberry gut cracked his coconut noggin,
And shall he rest in bygones and Hanna-Babara monsters,
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
Silver mirror of our Earth and Sun,
I rise to meet you tonight.
Across turquoise and sea-green clouds
and through a pale mist shining.
Occulting the dawn and inventing a new day,
a sunrise in the night,
Gently piercing the curtains of rain
The quiet observer, silver-white.
You are the glimmering widow
Spinning twilit cobwebs
along the meadows of perse dusk.
You rose from the ocean
Brine cascading down your face
And a sea-salt storm came to be.
You are that which defines the day
and you create the night,
embracing the Earth, and giving meaning to life.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:59 PM UTC