"unkeen" poems
*
* Living under
the heady cast of the Juniper tree ;
an existence founded over sweeter decay
* It thatches a callous scabbing for us to build upon
but releases gases from beneath
that humour our sleep-waking state
* Everything is yield to its medicated sterility
yet,
as time passes,
things become more vulnerable to rotting conditions :
loose pore attachment
splits in nails
soft grey flakings
withdrawn circulation
moisture
fluctuating body tempature
unattached thought
disorientation
thoughtless and extreme mood
forgotten bursts of severe aggression ...
* Fertile tiny flies
travel through
the sponge of everything :
they balance this environment
* Disquieted woozy days
and slum summer
and guests who feel foreign
when our displays spill over...
it’s all mallatuned
* Small tumbles, injury and self care shelved
* Entertainment is imperative
jar in mit
distraction is key
merry made and merry go round
and kilter unkeen
and one patient taking care of the other patient
crying jokes at each a smother
unkept nesters
bruises and guestures
emotionally infested infantasy
investment ingested
under the guidance of the Juniper tree....
the botchful why of the juniper
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 11:38 PM UTC
iodine
iolite
i can see starlight
you let me go to
where you can't see me, too
catch night
big flight
long island
alright
and so i'm getting lost
in the brew,
so i'm getting lost
what is new?
open up to discord
feeling bored
nothing for me to do
except what i have to
so i cry and turn and toss
become one with the moss
iodine and fire
i'm not the loss or the "pire"
you once let me go
and i had run so-so
in a cycle of black
no turning back
i've seen the unseen
the unwanted to be seen
the unkeen
and you left me
behind to see the
mind of what was black.
sombre de quelqu'un l'esprit.
what am i to you?
i keep getting lost in the brew.
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 8:21 PM UTC