bring me down to earth where the clouds roll in and wrap my head in perspiration. Imagination’s plates rumbles the rocks like a storm of footfalls, run run for kicks and giggles, run run gigs and squiggles, hamster wheel ever rattling I’m advancing down the earth’s limestone lava miasma maze fractaling phase, earthquake keep meContinue reading “Back to Basics”
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if you stare
The caricaurs all looked at me and said no, we definitely tried the lake first and a whole group of dracans fought us, that’s why we went for the town at the crack of dawn
worlds between us
I’m not even from this world, I came through a portal a sea god made so clearly the moon didn’t kill all the other gods but I have no quarrel with you
born in the usa
Did you know this was a protest song about Vietnam? Yet it’s blasting on the speakers at the 4th of July street party. (I was born in the USA) I was born way after Vietnam but I’ve been around for Iran, Ukraine, Gaza, Afghanistan (I was born in the USA) and the wars are soContinue reading “born in the usa”
sea/so say the caricaurs
So say the caricaurs, once, many species lived around the lake, dracans and caricaurs, joblins and borres, plant queens and sky frights. Then the beliefs of the people created gods
scarlet
Never as simple as it seems, they found me following them by my panting breaths and noisy footsteps—maybe a good thing, since even with speed runes, I was dehydrating
meet
I built a house of burnt logs in the remnants of the town and every night I went to the lake to try to make up runes for chasing and hurting,
duel of my bleed
In the duel of the creed, may this dance be our seed, if it’s cruel take the deed make a stance, stop the bleed; hold the distance, grow an ash tree take a moonshot, steal the sunbeam, like a fool in the sea under blue silent scream needed rue just to breathe lungs all gluedContinue reading “duel of my bleed”
with the water/moon
In the rains, what do dracans do? They open their mouths and drink
money money
How much do you cost to be alive? Every drink a dollar bill, every bite more dollar bills, every shelter dollar bills, every trip more dollah bills, cellular fills sunken hills cost of pills, my life’s a time crunched jar of moments, grimy hands wipe me out, I grime my hands spending my time beggingContinue reading “money money”
Jordyn Saelor 