poet – Page 2 – Jordyn Saelor

air fed

I tore at my sleeve with my teeth and got some gray thread to unravel and ripped it off the garment, then I got the whole string wet and stuck it on the wall

Wishes beyond Sky

Let the sky fall on my head, down through the savage ravage page tattered battered stone age ragged flayed dogged rage–don’t take my quarrel

fled

I waited a good two breaths in the corridor for Mfrlfip to emerge after me just to see if it would try to stop me, but it didn’t appear so I

Stranger Things 5 and Queer Inheritance

What God Said

Percy was God. Whoever Percy was. The salamanders and trees were his forces who braved the Dust Seas to either kill

Can’t ever get warm inside, can’t it ever get me warm inside? I go feasting on dreams that fail to fill my belly, I go feasting on conversations and spinning discourses that only turn me dizzy, some people are more down for a debate than a decision; in this divide, there’s dreamers or there’s doers,Continue reading “Winterbound”

bed

I came to in a bed of rough feathers under an orange sky–dark orange, basically brown, streaked with red, because dust clouded the air.

Throw me to the Wolves

Look how fast the tenth rose waning for the death throes, throw me to the wolf flow throws off too many wolves, snuggle up with lug guns, pick your venom ivy violence rapid nihil-ilist convinced entropy waxes to the moon in silent soliquy (not soliloquy), take me ‘cross the river rend, I’ll make tea toContinue reading “Throw me to the Wolves”

Percy

Passionate Percy, have mercy on this mortal, for terror and evil have they known.