poet – Page 24 – Jordyn Saelor

Don’t Be

don’t be perfect like a crisp little cookie; cuz if one crumb cracks off, leaving you 99% and no mercy, Your Perfectness knows there’s an infinite supply of numbers

All the want in these veins could water the earth and build forests from the dust grow meadows from the red mud rust — I have wandered through the dry but my tears keep me alive carve a track to take me to the seaside, maybe six years from now I’ll arrive on a quietContinue reading “Desert a Friend”

Opinion Onion

I aired my onion and it lured out your tears; so sorry ’bout that.

Mindblowing

The mad scientist keeps brains in jars, but sometimes they open the lids and exhale on the minds a little fresh air.

Raw under the Water

It’s brutal out there–take a clue for the kooky kids, a guide for the wild life, open up a minds to a mysteries sky; do you feel the eyes of how they perceive you molding your skin to the mask of your hide,

duckies in the snow/flakies falling to the flow

The stream’s iced over and the fishies rove safe in the shadows from hungry plover

Storm Call

you ever wondered if you could eat lightning, then leak it between your teeth like crushing consonants, what words it would make?

Seizing Sunlight

Planet of mine, I don’t know why we speak like you can hear us and answer in our tongue–we are the children of your dirt who haven’t touched home in generations, we are the choir of your winds,

To, New York

From, New York Your laugh echoes in my heart and you’re wild in my art, even now, when I’ve been on this road for months of missing and still wanting– a year ago, I couldn’t sleep for fear of demons drooling under the bed, now I can’t sleep cuz their memories haunt every place IContinue reading “To, New York”

Winter’s Knees

Weep winter’s knees Slice summer’s eyes Make of the seasons Saturn’s corpse (the mythology guy, not the planet), stop the orbits in their habits and freeze time for me, sometime between spring, monsoon and polar freeze– last night in a dream you told me I must leave, pick up my happiness and plant it elsewhereContinue reading “Winter’s Knees”