supermoon aubade
before the iron sky turns amaranth
& the morning star peeks through the blinds
i watch you sleep/follow the fall and rise
of your breath’s cymbal jazz crash to the drip
of the corroded faucet/trace the rift
in the sheet falling between our bodies/
touch your cheek the path from bottom lip
to scar to cleft/this wine bed pleasure dome
simulacrum of us/you are my blind spot
& i free fall for you at will & will
this dirty weekend habit hail
the decrescendo of tonic interludes/
hear birdsong blue notes of thrushes/
their dawn chorus of woe
unraveling
this morning a coyote appeared out of nowhere
or in the middle of somewhere between a rock hard
place and the deep blue sea over the hill as the crows fly
not far but a stone’s throw thataway from it all buff and no
bite of the cherry with sugar on top dog in the knock down
drag out fight tooth and claw against the nick of time to run like
the wind blows the hand that rocks the cradle to the grave rules
the world on fire where there’s smoke blowing rings running
on empty in vicious circles around the bend over backwards
and forwards and one step up to the plates spinning out
of control freak of nature of the beast of burden of proof is in
the pudding is in the pie eating grin and bear by the tail
end of the tunnel vision of love to the moon and the lucky star
in the wee small hours of the red sky and isn’t it my night to howl
eucalyptus
after the storms subside i feel a mad
urge to shed excess baggage with reckless
abandon. it has rained for three days straight
& i’m about to shake my puddled roots
to the core. how memory can build
you up for the breaking, grind you ragged—
leave you weakened & shaggy, your limbs thrown
akimbo, layers peeling slow & perilous, sloughed
snakeskin dangling in the wreckage. how long
can you nurture a viper in your wearied heartwood
before you call it a snake in the grass. i’m rough
& ready to break the bough, to bare my better
wilder version, an incendiary girl, all the rage,
my bark every bit as fierce as my bite.
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