Tag: inspiration
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Afraid to stop drugging
If I stopped taking my medicine Will it get boring Will I get reticent and stop exploring It is part of my magic mixture I want more than I deserve And what I deserve’s already surplus Walk in clad in furs, plush, calling me sir Last time I lashed out Dresden got burnt But today…
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writer
I’m slumped on the keyboard Drooling, god forgive me lord I’m on that William Burroughs Huffing red poison spuming Like carcinogenic spraypaint From a rent DDT canister Approaching the cockroach Unstuck following ley lines through insect time.
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Goddess milk
Dressed as mortals might but could never Dressed as and of the sea Troy-bound triremes odyssey across bluegreen dress Eastgoing westfromers foamgoing Her skin the white horses decreasing to diminution At the lapping enfolding shore, where beachcombers Stow cuttlefish bones periwinkle shells in shawls and sodden burlaps Occident’s orient, backward’s front Facade of the willingly…
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I will speak now
Poised with lips parted, as if to make a loud noise Mouth vouches nothing my hastening visceral urn couches Itching as a worm turns, tunnels burning Above it tumult and rumble Waked drake flamebathes corn-readied swards Forths, firths and farthings, acres and oxgangs hedgegirdling Brought to burning bubble Like boiled steel, or effluvial admix roiling…
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Quantity surveying my hash
Keef as would fill up the stolen Mount Keefe Chalice Whose unknown maker his useless initials inscribed Elucidating nothing thereby, in 1590 It is like I am speaking of myself, whose writing trialful Turns many an eye away instantly, who could spite them Such rinds I peel away, which fall in orange spirals Are for…
Alchemisland 