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i'm falling into comfort with luna,
who is looking particularly lovely tonight.
i have watched the orbit change
and the media has told me that she's closer than ever
and she's making the tides drastic
pulling further away
before rushing in and engulfing the entire coast
for hours on end.
mother told me that some people feel the orbit
in their bones
and i'm believing it for the first time
cause its not just the ocean thats leaving me stranded.
you're further away than ever
and your head is scrambled.
its just luna.
i'm sure.
she's beautiful
but mischievous.
who is looking particularly lovely tonight.
i have watched the orbit change
and the media has told me that she's closer than ever
and she's making the tides drastic
pulling further away
before rushing in and engulfing the entire coast
for hours on end.
mother told me that some people feel the orbit
in their bones
and i'm believing it for the first time
cause its not just the ocean thats leaving me stranded.
you're further away than ever
and your head is scrambled.
its just luna.
i'm sure.
she's beautiful
but mischievous.
Literature
A Walk with Butterflies
September is violent.
It keeps its mild weather
beneath bled clouds and branches,
some splitting pears on sidewalk
sweet like dumpster water,
a brash disillusionment
turned gold
then red then brown:
sixteen pinpricks of ooze
sliding off rubber.
I am violent: compressing image
into seeds and imagining laws
of creation, squeaking
behind the name
of Jesus,
or maybe it was a fly
birthed from
rot,
but he is violent: and September
leaves to come again
with a color,
one I can't fathom.
Literature
conspire, respire
let me tie your hair in sinews
let me
wash it with matrix and cleanse
the pyruvates waiting to be
bound
to me, let me
string them together like
photosystems in the lamella
right across the street.
we're complimentary,
anti-parallel, anti-
social, anti-everything but
let me tie your hair in something bigger
than what we have; this
micro-world is no better
than the milli-
but at least in membrane-like
folds of a scrunchie
you'll have several (dead)
parts of you close
to the macro-world inside you.
yet
you are still larger
than the hundred-hair-you-lose-a-day
and nine-litres-of-water-bam-bam-gone
and half-a-million-gone-to-waste-
on-a-diagn
Literature
Sun-Shy
Stars skitter
behind Moon Mother's skirt,
sun-shy.
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theres a supermoon tomorrow night.
and i'm sure its messing with people.
i hope its just luna.
and that when the tides calm
you return.
(not my usual style, at all)
and i'm sure its messing with people.
i hope its just luna.
and that when the tides calm
you return.
(not my usual style, at all)
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