.o3
May’s damp mouth is on me
muddy maple seeds tracked holy
baneful sleep cycles spin spineless
I want the wet clay to hold me
burrowing into the earth an entrance
a portal meant for damned delivery
the robin swindles my attention —
perched upon a silver street sign
perspective between the two
floating — him & I
if only the ground would swallow me whole
as the sky swallows the robin
strengthening pure ecosystem
through my nude infusion
.o5
Ladybug climbing the birch
red small seed star ascending
wobbly brick under burgundy
converse bunny laced sincerity
I'm thinking about my fears.
what defines them?
how I secretly can’t
find them? I am fearless or
I am doing a shit job
of figuring out what fear is
my attention a swing and a miss
avoidance dripping articulate
like the ladybug
I am running up
the infinite pole
Haiku
I am most present
when I breath in my belly
It makes me feel holy
The Mother Told Me I have Fire in my Stomach
Last night, I dreamt of a little boy who
I have never met him before. I grabbed him by the
Shoulders. I said, “I know that I am dreaming, just
Tell me what I need to know” my vision went golden
The boy's eyes went white. We disappeared. Gilded background
affixed behind a root of some kind.
Awakened. This herb I must seek to find, contemplate
to identify. It is mandrake root. awakening root.
Megalomaniac or introspection of universe
Last night, I dreamt that candy fell as rain did