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The flute
I bore my elven flute with me, Thru the rainy gloom, or gloom of pain, I no longer know, across the sea, I bore it with me, my eyes, see! I met the kraken, stuffed in trucks, head rose, full of importance, tentacles, dispersed across the sea, as it does, always, on my elven dream.…
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A walk thru the suburban bush
A mystery falls as my Lady passes, passes like a green mystery, rhythm on the grasses Soft her mystery her face leaving Her resemblance cast on earth’s own face, my goddess, the earth Takes her appearance, is this place, a paper tree, twigs twining webbing to the centre Bottle brush, limbs leading to the heart,…
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To be
To be: Is simply, without a projection on a wall; to be Anywhere, everywhere, in modernity Like unto nature, almost randomly Not-to-be, separate in mind from the visible As a Form or a Godhead, may learnedly seem But to look at the visible world as goddess-bees Like light over waves, humming oceans The ocean to…
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Saudade: a ballad
At first, there was a wasteland. Two goddesses came to the bottom Of a hill, and found each other, a meeting of moons. And joined, like a kiss upon a mirror, And left, separately, tho, conjoined, And began orbiting one the other, Like satellites, a singular, spiral galaxy. And then their earthly counterparts: The one,…
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An idolatry
The goddess of nature slides down Brings up rain in handfuls of brilliance, drip, skin, leaf of moisture, dripping And it’s meaning is as deep as the mirror of her eyes, still digging, Turning up sorrow, like tears, drip, drip, Saudade: as she left, cling dear as the earth to that sorrow: And One is…
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Last sight
“I’ll follow, with an angel to lead” Milton (paraphrase) Looking out my Grove, mythic wisdom, in grasses, held tightly, Like my brother said, “I don’t judge nature and she doesn’t judge me” And I believe, I look up to see the road become vale, where I see the goddess, Reveal, like lightning, and thunder, like…
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Chivalry
A simple human stroll, lacks humanity People looking at your ass so you start to walk funny Misconstrued as male superiority Patriarchy: Cold expressionless god, cold calculated Inhuman machine Without life, storing information as digital lies Thru their teeth A stack, blink, gone before You fight the patriarchy your whole life long, All swords and…
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“Dance with me, move your body a lot”
I walk to the pipers riddle, dancing feet, The composer is orchestrating suburban enchantments, over everyone’s house, People talk, Moisture, says you, in the air, The birds line the streets, All wait, like servant girls, on you And I wake and my bed, it’s empty The composer comes in on a wave Strikes a chord…
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The myth of the Berwick wind
O Angie, angel Where does the wind go tonight? With its scattering breath of lives Your new life, Angie, child, in your catness answer the riddle Where does she lie tonight In which bed Breathing her flames of fever That lick my soul? Where does the wind go? The flute, the soul? Scattered into future…
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A woman
I want to say Compare you to a summers day, Shall I? Dare I? All things that move by me, You, the blue sky, herald, Over all things that move, I, A sun in you blue sky, Moving by, overland, On high, sun in sky, blue Rd, Drive by, blue sky: summertime midnight blues, mid-light…