Ask a rock why. When will they be, forest-haired, singing some stormly sky to lathered light? Diamond-breasted dreamers lust after summer shadow. Sad moon honey crushes ache together, bitter, smelly eggs. Red rain, please recall garden petal dresses, sweet roses moaning with their bare fiddle symphony. Bonus message: play goddess, shine show no ugly rust….
Category: mental health
dVerse — Crazy Mary (repost from 2018, with PJ song added)
gif link CRAZY MARY Carefree girl, at homestead safe, with her familyWhen 10, a flu stole her mom, in great agonyWhen 12, wild boar took her dad to hereafterWhen 14, sis ran away, not seen thereafter When 15, brother left for war, never to returnAlone, lived by chickens, snares, veggies – and she learnedBaker’s visits…
dVerse — Poetics — Caged: The Haunting of Marie and Billy (a ballad) warning may be triggering for some
Photo: blogs.lse.ac.uk Caged: The Haunting of Marie and BillyRefrain:When trouble calls and raps your doorAs chaos rise to test you Whatever gets you through the nightYou must do, living blessed you.I.Marie thought Billy was sublime,so strong in his uniform,the first born son of Pastor Joe,first sight on first Sunday morn.Discharged for good, the rumors said,enlistment…
dVerse — Q207 — Spun
Spun Sticky drops of spin spin centrifuge of deceit distilled to juju toxins; cut, powdered, pressed, pilled pushed through professional pads dealt on dark nets. Mirages, tasty pumped placebos, candyflossing brains with webs, while mad rulers fiddle us dizzy stuck shells, scrambled scribes of tell. OO OO OO OO OO Top image, “The Candyfloss Sky,”…
dVerse — OLN 363 — “I see dead people.”
I see dead people. on the screenthen in my dreamsbabies sprawled,unable to crawlbeyond nursingparents cursingchildren’s infanticideendpoint stratifiedsoon en-gravedprayers unsaved there can be no victory in thisspite; parents’ grieving last kissesvengeful extinguishing innocentstoo many eyes crying in heaventoo many hollow sockets put to rest “I see dead people.” — from The Sixth Sense (1999) top image…
dVerse — Poetics — Waitless
WaitlessHeart in necrotic sorrow,I prepare myself to… wait.Your tardiness attests refusal.Anxious, I must ask whycan’t you glean my despair? A filthy blindness’ habit of time.Robe-cocooned, poised for tea timewith brew that sleeps sorrow,mutes screamed despair.In impatience I waitfor your shadowed knock. Whyentrench refusal?Shall mission meet cruel refusalwhen control of early end is time’sonly control we…
The Oracle Speaks — Stilled Seed
“Neuron,” by Roxy Paine stilled seed drive ache from need run through a thousand sleeps on wind with summer beneath feet by these, head’s waxy recall lies stilled seed over mad music
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