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It was a cumbersome time without much structure
they'd say when she explored the world in a most secretive
manner hosting parties of two or three in the afternoon,
conducting rituals of purification impromptu.
Jung sat in her garden drinking tea.
Astrologers came and went without much impact.
She felt then far more connected to the earth than stars
and simply enjoyed their company, although she perused the charts politely.
She wore as many clothes as possible feeling best when
covered and flounced.
She took to multiple braids and lamented her pale skin.
In compensation she would walk the city streets all day,
burning in the sun.
She loved the feeling of solar heat.
She loved the crisp moon.
She was amused when a man accused her of being Moses!
excited when an astrologer spoke of St. Michael!
intrigued with the Tibetan need for weighty chains upon
their most holy lamas!
She felt better when she was covered and flounced.
The walks became treks.
The astrologers moved away.
Jung vaporized one particularly humid afternoon.
She replaced her habit of tea with water
and moved to a climate far more demanding of skin.
The Psychonaut and the Blessed Mother
One peculiar taste of reverence is all it took
to subject more than clairaudience to the test.
She drove wherever the divine took her. Once she
visited Cochise. More than once she rode horseback
into the Great Red Rock without dying. Today she
gardened with devas. Tonight, she looks forward to discussing her newfound warriorship amongst the rainbowed
star people. In the afternoon, sweaty from tending the morning glories and lemon balm, she studied magickal sex
on the internet. Chaos has always amused her. She knows there is nothing to it.
from your maudlin annotations to our dinner
you swept through a curtain of people swarming.
you were a pirate of intentions.
many children have been harmed this way I wanted
some take medication I wanted to tell
some push to get here in this night of pattering
some fall into the lighthouse fog.
this could have been clever or cozy or quaint
coastal twilights like this can be remedial.
some children have moved toward water
with these specific purposes in mind.
such amenities are meant to surrender one's fear,
not to exacerbate or demean...
I would have presented my card had your behavior
during dessert not required that you flex
your own line of credit
some children are cowboys or astronauts
some children get just dessert
some children get none.
ruthless, canine, deliverance, ribald,
unicorn, cupid, bullseye, propaganda,
Wm. Burroughs' sadness of life
whiskey and a fire
clutch, grab, slap, squeeze, pull and spew
eagles fly, archetypal men.
Kate, Burton, more obscure
wine and roses
the long watch from someone else's side
your beautiful gemstone
parole hearing for a lakota warrior
the phrase dead man walking
cheap shower shoes usually orange
shackles like chinese women hobbled
forgive them father and the turn of cheeks
i have been confused about some parables
ships come in to leave cargo or give
permission to come aboard?
cheeks turn to be slapped again
or to save further injury on a sting?
life in the hole can be respite
fire a fertilizer
a harbor cannot dock you
my arms cannot
nor can a meaningless sky of stars
to know what is not known,
now, that's the trick.
keep your sextant handy.
Warriors from the same nation will debate this
when is surrender appropriate?
As a young girl I read that when rape is inevitable.
That troubled me.
It has taken many years to understand
power has nothing to do with the physical.
Solemnity and Seclusion
She remains untouched when touching.
She looks without eye contact.
You cannot hold her sight unless she feels more than.
Her daily quest is consumption.
At night she prepares what she will consume tomorrow.
She associates only with those will are easily led
and the easily distracted are her best friends since
they do not see with steady eyes and their heads
spin from light to light.
Because she fell victim to someone we are now objects
I test her self-absorption by hunting her.
She has never known I stand behind her while she
is distracted even though I noisily walk
or jangle my keys.
Someone could kill her and she would not know.
This, at least, she has learned.
Her fear of me is misplaced.
having been convicted of avarice and a foreshortened
future, he sought comfort in an air conditioned
cell. light tight shades and an icepack were his only
companions until liver disease came to haunt him.
it is the demise of one's body in increments
that most frightens us i believe. without constant
acquisition where could he travel and why?
gin left him as quickly as the insulted lovers.
now he was suspectible to poison in theory.
the cold may preserve him but the light would not.
exposure is the culprit in any event.
afternoons take us to your hobbies
lust, acquisition, indiscriminate validations
the ingredients of what you have said is a life
i believe you
a cruel leisure invented social work
the heinous crime speaking its neediness
in the messenger, a
pulse greedy in its couriers
nice in a scratchy lace.
the large stones are turned palmward
when reaching out to prison.
a wild man is only loved by his mate.
no other affection will surrender.
the proper must abhor an archetypal man
and run to prevent a coupling.
charms come to hypnotize
charms come to deviate
charms come to dangle.
speed will serve its own purposes too
lost children, the deserving and undeserved.
where does the poor divide itself?
where is it i meet the mystic
or have for ourselves the feast without the murder?
it was not, i am sure, in any disguises, work.
he freeline formed me
vein pushes in surrender my
proportion and curve now last
faces i saw ride
eucalyptal small wind.
for sanctuary from
or steam who loves
the twist or roll of anger
bites at cold snows or sand
remember me my playful
companion or do you
never draw me in
Nasa Road 1
wrap the car wings.
i am the might
of this flapping drink.
neon splashes some fluorescent
skin burn blushed
and stiff we relinquish the boat
slips flounce at skirts
and sandals. i remarked
you were magnificent.
against the corinthian,
the hamstring sculpting
liberation, my throat rose
open, the swallows
guide wire machinations
ambitions are never quite clearly known
it is the savory lapses of once upon a time
that come to rule us
who set this catapult into motion?
who came trampling across my lawn?
from the information i was given
no one can be blamed for the wreckage
or applauded for the right stuff