child of rust birthed of dust, passenger clouds make heaven shrouds, open your eyes, deserted cries, forgotten ages of societies vast, prophetic pages now apocalypse past: a stench blew in like rot meets ruin, a storm stirring sand, cup water in hand, drink child of dust, birthed of rust cities– bow back the sea swordContinue reading “Child of Rust”
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Aquatic Speech
If we grew up underwater, accustomed to salt in our cuts, would hurts to our emotions hurt less by comparison? With each reverbing thrum of all aquatic speech, would we feel the meaning of each other’s words closer to our ribs? In the twilight ocean, would we use our eyes less to guess each other’sContinue reading “Aquatic Speech”
riven/rend
nail open sponge crust expose soft secret magma lava leaks like blood *** find my first published book at this link find other stories I’ve written here
from one depressed poet to another
So many of my metaphors attempt to describe the ocean of sadness in me, as if to a neighboring world with no water. I am Earth; you are Mars;
Frogs in the water part 2/God in a bottle
God in a bottle, with a scroll from far away, telling me what to do. Surrender to a continental divide, take me left or ride from ocean to ocean, soak it in, this is to teach you obedience, give up your resistance, heed the message in the bottle or fall full throttle from mountain high.Continue reading “Frogs in the water part 2/God in a bottle”
Silly humility/frogs in the water
silly humility got me like frogs in the water blinking black soggy eyes, silly humility got me an illusion
I’m comin’ like a stormwall
gonna descend on the denizens of this world, think they’re wise with their minds caught up in city hives
Gore Gone
Like my poems could carve out chunks of the universe and hand them to you on a platter, I keep hunting between these lines for more time, more light, another night
Boulders and Bars
Never trust an old man who wants to buy you a drink; that’s what your Dada always said when we went out for the night and you were like–yeah Dad
Bruises and Balms
Never trust a gift from a demon, even an old teacher, cuz they’ll do silly things like that, not realizing your head can’t hold up a demon’s weight crawling into space.
Jordyn Saelor 